I work with a guy named Fermitt.
The phrase, "hit the ground running" comes to mind as of late. I returned from vacationing in Denmark about two weeks ago (Which was awesome and I will revisit that time with later posts), and have had to make some quick decisions as to what to do with myself. Moving to Austin has been ruled out due to lack of funds and reliable transportation...so unfortunately I have to stay in Brenham for a little while. Logically, it would have made sense to have just moved to Huntsville because I'm planning on attending Sam Houston's BFA of animation program. But anyhow, and with sincerest apologies to Karla, I will be living in Brenham for the time being. I got a job at CiCi's which has been pretty good so far.
I have to keep reminding myself of the temporary nature of everything right now. This is a very draining, very frustrating transitional period of my life right now and I should not be doing much aside from working. But craziness seems to dip its fingers into my head sometimes and I just want to run. Denmark made me very optimistic, if not for what's happening now but for what will happen in the future. It's nice and comforting with happy thoughts on the horizon. At least I've still got all of my toes!
Currently there is a funk...and I might be gravitating further and further into it. I think what may be causing it is people's fascination with sex jokes and/or a lack of respect for the opposite sexes. Or maybe it's just a general lack of respect for anyone and anything. Motivation seems to be gone from everyone. Of course, I'm mainly speaking about the people that I am currently working with. When you're around something like that for six or seven hours at a time it gets really old. I actually had to walk to the back because I got tired of hearing about how many times somebody fucked somebody or what they would do if they could or where they'd stick it...I can't really handle that. Even when I was at Christian's house the other night trying to watch a movie I had to deal with a sexual joke from the peanut gallery every minute or so. Is this really what everyone's been reduced to? I'm sorry if it is and it makes me sick.
I have to keep reminding myself of the temporary nature of everything right now. This is a very draining, very frustrating transitional period of my life right now and I should not be doing much aside from working. But craziness seems to dip its fingers into my head sometimes and I just want to run. Denmark made me very optimistic, if not for what's happening now but for what will happen in the future. It's nice and comforting with happy thoughts on the horizon. At least I've still got all of my toes!
Currently there is a funk...and I might be gravitating further and further into it. I think what may be causing it is people's fascination with sex jokes and/or a lack of respect for the opposite sexes. Or maybe it's just a general lack of respect for anyone and anything. Motivation seems to be gone from everyone. Of course, I'm mainly speaking about the people that I am currently working with. When you're around something like that for six or seven hours at a time it gets really old. I actually had to walk to the back because I got tired of hearing about how many times somebody fucked somebody or what they would do if they could or where they'd stick it...I can't really handle that. Even when I was at Christian's house the other night trying to watch a movie I had to deal with a sexual joke from the peanut gallery every minute or so. Is this really what everyone's been reduced to? I'm sorry if it is and it makes me sick.