whatever happens, happens
I decided to update my journal's appearance to make it look a bit more vibrant. My avatar is a lion, (obviously) which represents my zodiac symbol. Leo. I like it better than my old one.
Well, work is exhausting. I had to unload an entire truck solo yesterday as sort of 'punishment' for not returning to remix after break. I was sent to groceries to help them on the other end of the store and got caught up in that. Cassandra said Darrell was looking for me so I returned back and when I did, everyone was throwing freight off of one of two trucks we had. They told me to get the second one since Shawn had to take the first one. My arms felt like water when I was finished, and we didn't complete until three hours after we were supposed to switch shifts. I didn't get home until 2 AM. I slept like a baby last night.
Along with my body, my time has taken its toll from work as well. With my hours and what I do, it's very hard to find any time for anything else. As a result, I've not been able to practice with the band or play my guitar at all, and because of that, Jere is now on the hunt for a new guitarist. It would be the most productive thing for him to do seeing as how I can't be there for him as much as he'd need me to be. I wish them all the best of luck. I'm going to continue playing when-ever I have the time. He has the guitar over there, which is his and where it belongs, so I'm going to buy my own soon.
In six months' time I'll transfer to the D.C. so I will have a significantly more lenient schedule than I do now. Three days work, four days off.
Amidst my apathy, I do hope that not a single friendship I am weaved in deteriorates before that time, but whatever happens, happens. I am resiliant.
I'm out.
Well, work is exhausting. I had to unload an entire truck solo yesterday as sort of 'punishment' for not returning to remix after break. I was sent to groceries to help them on the other end of the store and got caught up in that. Cassandra said Darrell was looking for me so I returned back and when I did, everyone was throwing freight off of one of two trucks we had. They told me to get the second one since Shawn had to take the first one. My arms felt like water when I was finished, and we didn't complete until three hours after we were supposed to switch shifts. I didn't get home until 2 AM. I slept like a baby last night.
Along with my body, my time has taken its toll from work as well. With my hours and what I do, it's very hard to find any time for anything else. As a result, I've not been able to practice with the band or play my guitar at all, and because of that, Jere is now on the hunt for a new guitarist. It would be the most productive thing for him to do seeing as how I can't be there for him as much as he'd need me to be. I wish them all the best of luck. I'm going to continue playing when-ever I have the time. He has the guitar over there, which is his and where it belongs, so I'm going to buy my own soon.
In six months' time I'll transfer to the D.C. so I will have a significantly more lenient schedule than I do now. Three days work, four days off.
Amidst my apathy, I do hope that not a single friendship I am weaved in deteriorates before that time, but whatever happens, happens. I am resiliant.
I'm out.