A Post
Jesus, I wish I could think of something to post about that didn't involve me being annoyed about my job or what I'd like to do once I'm no longer working there. Seriously, how sad is that? Somewhere along the way "Some day I'm gonna leave these assholes in my dust," became my watch words, and that can't possibly be healthy, especially considering the fact that I ain't going anywhere for at least five more months. That's one hell of a long time to be actively hating on something. Plus, with me being in the "If you are bitter, you will grow old" camp, I tire of my own antics on the matter fairly quickly.
Ok, how's this? I don't want to up and leave my Birmingham friends just because my job sucks but doubt I'll find the kind of job I want in town. Even though despite my better judgment I find myself getting that, "Ooh, when I move it'll be freaking awesome," feeling, I don't want Birmingham to turn into yet another place in which I was just killing time. They should just come with me. I mean, they can go to college/be maître d' at a swanky restaurant anywhere. They might as well do it somewhere that totally kicks ass (Note: I am hoping to move somewhere that totally kicks ass. At the moment, specifics are thin on the ground.)
Ok, how's this? I don't want to up and leave my Birmingham friends just because my job sucks but doubt I'll find the kind of job I want in town. Even though despite my better judgment I find myself getting that, "Ooh, when I move it'll be freaking awesome," feeling, I don't want Birmingham to turn into yet another place in which I was just killing time. They should just come with me. I mean, they can go to college/be maître d' at a swanky restaurant anywhere. They might as well do it somewhere that totally kicks ass (Note: I am hoping to move somewhere that totally kicks ass. At the moment, specifics are thin on the ground.)