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I bought sandals today. This doesn't sound like anything exciting, but you have to take into account the face that I haven't worn sandals since I was in the single digits. Taryn helped me pick them out. It wasn't her idea though. She was afraid people would think that, knowing my previous no sandals on my own feet policy, but it was my idea. My feet got pretty ugly last summer. Partly because I worked a job where I was on my feet all day, on asfault. It was also partly due to me wearing sneakers and boots all summer. My feet would look like they were boiled at the end of the day. So now the plan is to let them breath a bit this summer.
I've lost just about all motivation when concerning my current job. I pretty much go blank when I'm there now. When my supervisor left, I was really motivated to show them what I was made of, and what I was willing to do to be a supervisor and help out the team. It was mostly a career oriented thing, and I care nothing for WYBE's mission, but I figured that if I showed them I took pride in my work, and that I was willing to tackle any challenge thrown my way, they'd help me out too. Now I just don't want to be hassled by my know-nothing co-workers, as all they do is aggravate me with their fantasyland bullshit ideas of how I should do things, which are completely unrealistic compared to the way I can do things. I go through the motions right now, so I can earn a paycheck to pay my bills. I no longer care about impressing my superiors. I am no longer motivated into going the extra mile. Giving them three days or less notice as I prepare for another job has now become my most common daydream. On saturday I go off for a week to work on reshoots for my friends movie. I'm actually excited this time, because I'll be doing something that I enjoy doing, and while the people I'm working with won't exactly be more knowledgable than my co-workers at WYBE, they'll probably appreciate my effort more.
As you may or may not have noticed earlier this week, one of my neighbors was found dead. She was found in East Stroudsburg, dead of an apparent overdose on anti-depressants. I did not know her that well, nor her family. The longest interaction I had with them was when she accidently hit my car and took my mirror off, and I asked them to pay for the damages. They did, and that was the end of my dealings with them. That was back in 2005. Sicne then I've noticed the husband hadn't been around much. I brought it up to my dad, who agreed he wasn't there too often. It turns out that they had been seperated, and that she had taken it rather hard. She had been missing for almost a week when they finally found her. My parents were a bit upset by it. My mother going so far as to sob about it as she told me how guilty she felt for not doing anything. My dad too, who previously had made jokes about how this woman would turn her back to us as we waved and drove by her home. I have no real strong feelings about this one way or the other. I also don't understand my parents need to feel so badly about it. Does this make me cold? I don't know. The way I see it, I can't take on the world's problems, and a family's turmoil two doors up from me is not my concern. I wasn't friends with these people, and they never made any effort to be social with me or my family, and while I do find it sad how this end came about for those involved, I do not feel the need to feel guilty about not noticing she had a problem.
I've lost just about all motivation when concerning my current job. I pretty much go blank when I'm there now. When my supervisor left, I was really motivated to show them what I was made of, and what I was willing to do to be a supervisor and help out the team. It was mostly a career oriented thing, and I care nothing for WYBE's mission, but I figured that if I showed them I took pride in my work, and that I was willing to tackle any challenge thrown my way, they'd help me out too. Now I just don't want to be hassled by my know-nothing co-workers, as all they do is aggravate me with their fantasyland bullshit ideas of how I should do things, which are completely unrealistic compared to the way I can do things. I go through the motions right now, so I can earn a paycheck to pay my bills. I no longer care about impressing my superiors. I am no longer motivated into going the extra mile. Giving them three days or less notice as I prepare for another job has now become my most common daydream. On saturday I go off for a week to work on reshoots for my friends movie. I'm actually excited this time, because I'll be doing something that I enjoy doing, and while the people I'm working with won't exactly be more knowledgable than my co-workers at WYBE, they'll probably appreciate my effort more.
As you may or may not have noticed earlier this week, one of my neighbors was found dead. She was found in East Stroudsburg, dead of an apparent overdose on anti-depressants. I did not know her that well, nor her family. The longest interaction I had with them was when she accidently hit my car and took my mirror off, and I asked them to pay for the damages. They did, and that was the end of my dealings with them. That was back in 2005. Sicne then I've noticed the husband hadn't been around much. I brought it up to my dad, who agreed he wasn't there too often. It turns out that they had been seperated, and that she had taken it rather hard. She had been missing for almost a week when they finally found her. My parents were a bit upset by it. My mother going so far as to sob about it as she told me how guilty she felt for not doing anything. My dad too, who previously had made jokes about how this woman would turn her back to us as we waved and drove by her home. I have no real strong feelings about this one way or the other. I also don't understand my parents need to feel so badly about it. Does this make me cold? I don't know. The way I see it, I can't take on the world's problems, and a family's turmoil two doors up from me is not my concern. I wasn't friends with these people, and they never made any effort to be social with me or my family, and while I do find it sad how this end came about for those involved, I do not feel the need to feel guilty about not noticing she had a problem.