Who is the boss of you? Me! I am the boss of you!
One of the guards I work with always runs to two pages on her Daily Activity Reports, and the first page is always labelled "1 of 2" and the second one is always labelled "2 of 1." I have another guard who writes things like "apeers" and "wharehouse" and "booies" (buoys) on his DARs. I think from these examples we can easily see how I managed to rise to the top of my profession in a few short months.
I did the math last night and I am at a record high, income-wise. This is both good and appalling. It's good, because well, duh. It's appalling because I still don't make all that much.
You know, I kind of dislike relating the facts of my existence at this point in my life, ("this point" includes most of the last two years), because it feels like it must come across as a cry for pity or something. But, please remember: I am not unhappy. That's kind of wonderful, because I've spent so much perfectly unencumbered time being miserable. Just goes to show, perspective is the thing.
I hauled my carcass out of bed despite getting even less sleep than I had hoped, (somebody was feeling especially affection-starved when I got home), and went to have lunch with my friend K down at the Nordstrom Cafe. This means I had to take it a step above my usual notion of "presentable" but it's good for me to exercise those muscles. Because someday I am going to be a devastatingly stylish lady. I decided that awhile back, so I might as well practice up now, eh?
I did the math last night and I am at a record high, income-wise. This is both good and appalling. It's good, because well, duh. It's appalling because I still don't make all that much.
You know, I kind of dislike relating the facts of my existence at this point in my life, ("this point" includes most of the last two years), because it feels like it must come across as a cry for pity or something. But, please remember: I am not unhappy. That's kind of wonderful, because I've spent so much perfectly unencumbered time being miserable. Just goes to show, perspective is the thing.
I hauled my carcass out of bed despite getting even less sleep than I had hoped, (somebody was feeling especially affection-starved when I got home), and went to have lunch with my friend K down at the Nordstrom Cafe. This means I had to take it a step above my usual notion of "presentable" but it's good for me to exercise those muscles. Because someday I am going to be a devastatingly stylish lady. I decided that awhile back, so I might as well practice up now, eh?