There is something wrong with me...
It started with the fact that I couldn't sleep. I have something on my mind. It is way to stressful to do what I do on a daily basis. Anyone who thinks that I am complaining can come and work for me on any given Thursday. It isn't as easy as most of the pathetic things that people call jobs now a days. On King of Queens last night they were talking about how they just do there jobs to bring home the paycheck. That they aren't saving any lives, hell they weren't even happy with what they do. How can you be like that? How can you do a job if you do see it's importance. I save lives everyday. I am proud of what I do because I know I do a damn good job at it. But the stress that I go through will never be experience by more than half of the people I know. So many people asked yesterday how I do it. How I get my ass kicked and still manage to come back the next day. How I can run the front and the back at the same time because some stupid peice of shit worker is sitting in the kennel picking her ass. How, well I will tell you how...I am better than her. Better than most people I know. I know it and I am happy with it. That is what gets me through my days.