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It's been SO long since I've posted here. So here's a new post.
Umm... I'm still working, still living with Unit, and I still owe you an email. Sorry Stormish! =/ I'll get around to responding, I promise!
The net doesn't exist at my house, and I'll be moving in two months anyway so it's pretty pointless for me to connect it now. BUt as soon as I move I'm going to get it connected, because basically, I'm sick and tired of not having the net =)
Sick of my job, too. Being an apprentice baker isn't any fun. It's repetative and every day I fill the bakery with bread. Every day, it's either sold or thrown out. There's never any lasting... There's nothing that I can look back on.
BEcause everything is made again every day I'm left without any lasting effects, anything I can look at and think to myself, "I made that." or "I played a part in that."
Carpentry would be so much better. You build a house, it's still there the next day. And the next week, month, year. But anyways...
I get shit-house pay, as well. Work fuckin' hard for 40 hours a week and take home 300 dollars. That's less than ten dollars an hour, people. Sure, it's good that I'm working and bringing in money, but I'm not really enjoying it at all.
So yeah. Lots in my head, as per usual. Still haven't moved on from a certain someone, still nothing has changed. I'm still fucked in the head as a result, and I still know it's stupid.
Oddly, I can now totally recognise my (most glaring) faults and issues, yet have no success at changing them.
I guess I still live in fear =)
Umm... I'm still working, still living with Unit, and I still owe you an email. Sorry Stormish! =/ I'll get around to responding, I promise!
The net doesn't exist at my house, and I'll be moving in two months anyway so it's pretty pointless for me to connect it now. BUt as soon as I move I'm going to get it connected, because basically, I'm sick and tired of not having the net =)
Sick of my job, too. Being an apprentice baker isn't any fun. It's repetative and every day I fill the bakery with bread. Every day, it's either sold or thrown out. There's never any lasting... There's nothing that I can look back on.
BEcause everything is made again every day I'm left without any lasting effects, anything I can look at and think to myself, "I made that." or "I played a part in that."
Carpentry would be so much better. You build a house, it's still there the next day. And the next week, month, year. But anyways...
I get shit-house pay, as well. Work fuckin' hard for 40 hours a week and take home 300 dollars. That's less than ten dollars an hour, people. Sure, it's good that I'm working and bringing in money, but I'm not really enjoying it at all.
So yeah. Lots in my head, as per usual. Still haven't moved on from a certain someone, still nothing has changed. I'm still fucked in the head as a result, and I still know it's stupid.
Oddly, I can now totally recognise my (most glaring) faults and issues, yet have no success at changing them.
I guess I still live in fear =)