Tell it like it is.
It's times like these that I realize how completely perfect my LJ user name is.
So, I've been a little sidetracked.
Work is going good. Slow and hectic all at once. I know, try explaining that one. On the one hand I'm frustrated at only getting a $.25 raise after a year of busting my ass. This means that I still make $.50 less than what two of the ladies I work up front with started at. I've been there longer, I work a whole hell of alot harder and I can't say anything because I'm not really supposed to know what they make anyway. Plus, despite the horrible pay I do like my job. I guess I just feel underappreciated sometimes. I mean if you only pay someone what you have to they're only going to do what they have to. I wish I could say I was a better person and thoughts like that didn't come to me sometimes, but I'd be lying. Ah well, I'll try my best anyway. If I don't it'll kill me. Perfectionism at it's worst.
Social life has sort of been put on hold for a while. No real reason why except for some reason everytime I end up going out I become the drunk!babysitter. Not that I'm babysitting while drunk, no everyone else is drunk and I'm keeping them out of jail. I hate that. It makes me not want to go out at all. I'm a hermit, ask me how!
This weekend is going to rock. I'm going to Dallas, picking up Meg and we're going to alternately praise and bash my home state of Texas. This is the first time I've ever met someone I stalked befriended over the internet face to face, so I'm a little nervous. Not really that she's a serial killer but that I'll want to say "lmfao" out loud or something like that. If I don't completely scar her by the end of the weekend I might be ready to meet some of you other fabulous peeps. Plus, it gives me an excuse to travel, unless you want to see the Lone Star State or try to figure out exactly what a Sooner is.
I don't get it either.
Okay, so I'm stalling while I burn driving music. I need something to sing to while I face my possible death in Dallas traffic. Have I mentioned how not well I do in city traffic? It is not pretty. So please, please pray for me and the mapquest instructions I've printed out.
Okay, time to go. See everyone on Monday! And to those I haven't spoken to in a while, prepare yourself. I'm about to call/write/email/jump you.
So, I've been a little sidetracked.
Work is going good. Slow and hectic all at once. I know, try explaining that one. On the one hand I'm frustrated at only getting a $.25 raise after a year of busting my ass. This means that I still make $.50 less than what two of the ladies I work up front with started at. I've been there longer, I work a whole hell of alot harder and I can't say anything because I'm not really supposed to know what they make anyway. Plus, despite the horrible pay I do like my job. I guess I just feel underappreciated sometimes. I mean if you only pay someone what you have to they're only going to do what they have to. I wish I could say I was a better person and thoughts like that didn't come to me sometimes, but I'd be lying. Ah well, I'll try my best anyway. If I don't it'll kill me. Perfectionism at it's worst.
Social life has sort of been put on hold for a while. No real reason why except for some reason everytime I end up going out I become the drunk!babysitter. Not that I'm babysitting while drunk, no everyone else is drunk and I'm keeping them out of jail. I hate that. It makes me not want to go out at all. I'm a hermit, ask me how!
This weekend is going to rock. I'm going to Dallas, picking up Meg and we're going to alternately praise and bash my home state of Texas. This is the first time I've ever met someone I stalked befriended over the internet face to face, so I'm a little nervous. Not really that she's a serial killer but that I'll want to say "lmfao" out loud or something like that. If I don't completely scar her by the end of the weekend I might be ready to meet some of you other fabulous peeps. Plus, it gives me an excuse to travel, unless you want to see the Lone Star State or try to figure out exactly what a Sooner is.
I don't get it either.
Okay, so I'm stalling while I burn driving music. I need something to sing to while I face my possible death in Dallas traffic. Have I mentioned how not well I do in city traffic? It is not pretty. So please, please pray for me and the mapquest instructions I've printed out.
Okay, time to go. See everyone on Monday! And to those I haven't spoken to in a while, prepare yourself. I'm about to call/write/email/jump you.