Appreciation...
"Have I ever mentioned that I appreciate you as a human being?"
- Me
"*fist bumps* You know I got you."
- Arnette
So, in my other entry, I was going over how I thought my lights were gonna get turned off today (Player 456 and his fuck shit ๐๐๐), but instead of panicking, I texted Arnette is what I did. I suffer for no one ๐๐๐
Talking about the situation was getting to be too long so I started a new entry. This one in particular to be exact...
Anywho...
I WILL NEVER be able to put into words how much I appreciate my job. When I think everything is about to crumble into dust, it's my job that has had my back. Even when I was dragging them by their baby hairs up one side of this journal and down the other, it has always been my job.
^I mean, I don't know very many people who can honestly say that their job checks on their mental health on the regular. Most jobs expect you to have your shit together. My job not only respects, they accommodate that in my case, that isn't always the truth. (I mean, Lily brought me two stress balls when she FINALLY arrived from my old burger farm. One of which, I'm squeezing the shit out of, like, right now! ๐ ๐ ๐ ) I am forever honest that if I worked anywhere else, my ass would be unemployed. I may have had to wait a little while, but he brought me $200 and he's gonna spread it across my next 4checks instead of drafting it directly from my next check. (Cuz we all know my ass ain't got it ๐๐๐)
*sighs* Not all heroes wear capes!
Ya know, since I'm feeling so peaceful today, I also wanna show some love to Leisha for driving to get my meds cuz I had no idea the pharmacy was closing at 12 today. Problem: I got off at 1. I texted her to see if she would pick them up and not only did she, she paid for it! She was like: "Betcha wish you'd asked for something else now." Uh yeah. Honestly, it was an immediate thought ๐คฃ๐คฃ๐คฃ (Sidebar: I still think it's wild that I can run with my weights on... I had to run across the parking lot to meet her!)
I also wanna thank Chemere cuz people see me out walking all the time and if they know me, they either stop, call or text to see if I'm good. I appreciate that even if I always turn down the ride. (Unless it's a rare occasion, like yesterday, where I knew Leisha wanted to see me and it was raining when I left work so it turned into a two birds, one stone type deal)
You see, when I get all up in my feelings box, these are the things that tend to fade from memory. People care about me. They care if I'm okay. They check because everybody knows Imma act okay even if I know I'm not. It's just part of who I am.
I'm glad that there are so many people in my life who either check in or answer just because it's me.
It brings me peace ๐๐๐
Later
- Me
"*fist bumps* You know I got you."
- Arnette
So, in my other entry, I was going over how I thought my lights were gonna get turned off today (Player 456 and his fuck shit ๐๐๐), but instead of panicking, I texted Arnette is what I did. I suffer for no one ๐๐๐
Talking about the situation was getting to be too long so I started a new entry. This one in particular to be exact...
Anywho...
I WILL NEVER be able to put into words how much I appreciate my job. When I think everything is about to crumble into dust, it's my job that has had my back. Even when I was dragging them by their baby hairs up one side of this journal and down the other, it has always been my job.
^I mean, I don't know very many people who can honestly say that their job checks on their mental health on the regular. Most jobs expect you to have your shit together. My job not only respects, they accommodate that in my case, that isn't always the truth. (I mean, Lily brought me two stress balls when she FINALLY arrived from my old burger farm. One of which, I'm squeezing the shit out of, like, right now! ๐ ๐ ๐ ) I am forever honest that if I worked anywhere else, my ass would be unemployed. I may have had to wait a little while, but he brought me $200 and he's gonna spread it across my next 4checks instead of drafting it directly from my next check. (Cuz we all know my ass ain't got it ๐๐๐)
*sighs* Not all heroes wear capes!
Ya know, since I'm feeling so peaceful today, I also wanna show some love to Leisha for driving to get my meds cuz I had no idea the pharmacy was closing at 12 today. Problem: I got off at 1. I texted her to see if she would pick them up and not only did she, she paid for it! She was like: "Betcha wish you'd asked for something else now." Uh yeah. Honestly, it was an immediate thought ๐คฃ๐คฃ๐คฃ (Sidebar: I still think it's wild that I can run with my weights on... I had to run across the parking lot to meet her!)
I also wanna thank Chemere cuz people see me out walking all the time and if they know me, they either stop, call or text to see if I'm good. I appreciate that even if I always turn down the ride. (Unless it's a rare occasion, like yesterday, where I knew Leisha wanted to see me and it was raining when I left work so it turned into a two birds, one stone type deal)
You see, when I get all up in my feelings box, these are the things that tend to fade from memory. People care about me. They care if I'm okay. They check because everybody knows Imma act okay even if I know I'm not. It's just part of who I am.
I'm glad that there are so many people in my life who either check in or answer just because it's me.
It brings me peace ๐๐๐
Later