when my thoughts drift to you
Today on my drive home from work, after leaving my part time, minimum wage job where I get bossed around by teenagers, I started to feel sorry for myself. I work my ass off at that damn job, sweating like a pig, and when the day is all said and done, there is one girl I work with who always, no matter what, has something to say to me about “something I do wrong.” Sometimes I feel like she just makes stuff up - pulls stuff out of her ass to make sure that I feel like shit. Something in me repulsed as I stood in front of her today, my upper lip sweating, as she told me in a condescending tone that I forgot to put a spare water bowl outside the gate but that she did it. I apologized. My insides were squirming.
Right as I started to hate my life, I pulled up behind a van at a stop sign that had anti-choice and anti-same-sex marriage stickers stamped all over it, complete with one advertising a Catholic radio station. I immediately had the urge to flip the driver off. And then I realized that doing so would just make me look like a bitch and wouldn’t solve anything. Band of Horses starting singing about how “the world is such a wonderful place” and I relaxed into my seat, following the Catholic van until I got to my alley, where it turned to the left and I turned to the right.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I didn’t see the woman with her broad hat and push cart full of cans who I always wave to. As I left for work today she have me a huge smile and waved to me twice - I don’t know how the waving thing started, but it makes me happy for some reason.
I trudged up the stairs to our apartment, and Josh could immediately tell that I hadn’t had a very good day. He showed me the tube that he had gotten me for the flat on my bike, and I gave him a hug - complete with large amounts of sweat and dog hair. I’ve been so sick of driving to work.
I sat on the floor in our bedroom and Brisco came in and sat next to me. He’s the best dog to be around when you’re feeling shitty. He gives good hugs and sits there calmly with his head on your shoulder while you cry and scratch his ears.
I love my life. Even when I don’t.
Right as I started to hate my life, I pulled up behind a van at a stop sign that had anti-choice and anti-same-sex marriage stickers stamped all over it, complete with one advertising a Catholic radio station. I immediately had the urge to flip the driver off. And then I realized that doing so would just make me look like a bitch and wouldn’t solve anything. Band of Horses starting singing about how “the world is such a wonderful place” and I relaxed into my seat, following the Catholic van until I got to my alley, where it turned to the left and I turned to the right.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I didn’t see the woman with her broad hat and push cart full of cans who I always wave to. As I left for work today she have me a huge smile and waved to me twice - I don’t know how the waving thing started, but it makes me happy for some reason.
I trudged up the stairs to our apartment, and Josh could immediately tell that I hadn’t had a very good day. He showed me the tube that he had gotten me for the flat on my bike, and I gave him a hug - complete with large amounts of sweat and dog hair. I’ve been so sick of driving to work.
I sat on the floor in our bedroom and Brisco came in and sat next to me. He’s the best dog to be around when you’re feeling shitty. He gives good hugs and sits there calmly with his head on your shoulder while you cry and scratch his ears.
I love my life. Even when I don’t.