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And the making my day award goes to Liz Love and Carrie Bose - I'm so glad you two wanted ice cream tonight. I was ready to throw several of my various co-workers through a window. You guys rock.
I looked back and realized that I have been a big complainer these past days/weeks - home sucks, my friends are all getting married, O'Connor resigned (edit: legit complaint of the three and I am not melodramatic, you jerk). But I've looked over a lot in my emotastic self-pitying habit I seem to have acquired at school. Sure, I literally am on my hands and knees at work, scrubbing and dusting and being generically cheerful, but I'm earning my keep and then some. I'm at home, not paying rent. I get free ice cream five nights a week.
Most importantly, there are people here who still want to hear my stories. Brandon came home from the mission trip, plopped down on my bed and started chatting away. I got a big Liz hug tonight. And my dear partner in crime not only gives me a ride wherever my carless self needs to go, but will wait an hour and forty-five minutes for me after work. Thank God for the ones who just keep on going...
I've been too concerned these past days over the one who forgot me to care about those who still remember. I wish I could let his hurtful actions pass by, but I cannot. He'll hear about it and he'll apologize - he knows better than that. I don't lose.
I didn't think there would be a "making my day" award today. Any day with three "help" phone calls usually doesn't end too well. But it did. I like surprises.
I looked back and realized that I have been a big complainer these past days/weeks - home sucks, my friends are all getting married, O'Connor resigned (edit: legit complaint of the three and I am not melodramatic, you jerk). But I've looked over a lot in my emotastic self-pitying habit I seem to have acquired at school. Sure, I literally am on my hands and knees at work, scrubbing and dusting and being generically cheerful, but I'm earning my keep and then some. I'm at home, not paying rent. I get free ice cream five nights a week.
Most importantly, there are people here who still want to hear my stories. Brandon came home from the mission trip, plopped down on my bed and started chatting away. I got a big Liz hug tonight. And my dear partner in crime not only gives me a ride wherever my carless self needs to go, but will wait an hour and forty-five minutes for me after work. Thank God for the ones who just keep on going...
I've been too concerned these past days over the one who forgot me to care about those who still remember. I wish I could let his hurtful actions pass by, but I cannot. He'll hear about it and he'll apologize - he knows better than that. I don't lose.
I didn't think there would be a "making my day" award today. Any day with three "help" phone calls usually doesn't end too well. But it did. I like surprises.