not out of this rap game... yet
For those of you who want updates on my latest work drama, I am still in the rap game, although now my career security is no longer guaranteed. Rolling of eyes.
But I will just do my best to make the money, pay off my loans, save for a house, and then retire to a less stressful job, or at least work at a pharmacy that is less likely to get robbed. Because that's all I really want. I don't want to help patients or talk to them if I can help it, but I always want to do a good job as much as possible, and I also want to get paid gajillions of dollars while doing so. (And that, my friends, is how they keep you in the rap game.)
Forgive me, I realize I've been talking a lot about myself and friendships and relationships and that is pretty pathetic. I think most of that is because I'm feeling my age, and my mother's words about me dying alone and forgotten haunt me. We all know I can't be a crazy cat lady if I'm allergic to cats, although my allergy medication is working wonders. But I will try to tone the complaining down some.
Anyway...
Speed painting. Or well, it would be speed painting, if I wasn't moping about my job and reblogging pictures of cats on tumblr in between pen strokes.
But I will just do my best to make the money, pay off my loans, save for a house, and then retire to a less stressful job, or at least work at a pharmacy that is less likely to get robbed. Because that's all I really want. I don't want to help patients or talk to them if I can help it, but I always want to do a good job as much as possible, and I also want to get paid gajillions of dollars while doing so. (And that, my friends, is how they keep you in the rap game.)
Forgive me, I realize I've been talking a lot about myself and friendships and relationships and that is pretty pathetic. I think most of that is because I'm feeling my age, and my mother's words about me dying alone and forgotten haunt me. We all know I can't be a crazy cat lady if I'm allergic to cats, although my allergy medication is working wonders. But I will try to tone the complaining down some.
Anyway...
Speed painting. Or well, it would be speed painting, if I wasn't moping about my job and reblogging pictures of cats on tumblr in between pen strokes.