Crazy little thing called love
The past weekish has been crazy. Not much time for much else other than work (may it rot in hell) and school. Work has been shit. I officially hate work. It really sucks when you've finally found a job that you really like and then your manager is a complete ASS and makes you feel like absolute crap. I am a hard worker and yes, sometimes I talk when I'm at work but why in the world am I continually picked out from the rest of the crowd? I wish I had more time and more money so I could quit and just wash my hands clean of the place. I know I'm ranting but honestly, I don't care. I'm so sick of crying when I get home from work and bitching to everyone I know. It's sad when someone asks you about work and you have to say 'well the management sucks and I don't make much money but I like the people I work with.' That really doesn't sound worth it. I'm just not sure what my options are, I have to work and I have to go to school. Those are not variables, those are constants. (Was that a math reference, what the hell am I saying?) I feel like I haven't been with Garret in weeks because everytime we see eachother it's for an hour at a time late at night when we're tired and cranky. His interview is on Saturday - please pray for him, we're both nervous but I've been trying to be strong for him. However, I'm scared to death for him. I know how badly he wants this and I don't want him to be disappointed in himself and to worry about me. I know things will work out in the end. It hurts to wear shoes but I can't exactly walk barefoot at school or work. All my shoes hit my new tat right in the most sensitive part - right on the top of my big toe knuckle. (I know that sounds weird) I think I need to sleep, I'm not making sense anymore.
G'night Baby Jesus.