I'm a workaholic
Sad, isn't it? I am working my summer away. I hope this doesn't become a habit every summer...or for the rest of my life. Whenever I am asked to work, I jump at the chance because that means I will make more money. As much as I need money, I need my sanity even more. Once I lose that, all my money will end up paying for the psych who will try to make me normal and then just give up because he will find that it is no use. I'm so excited about moving back to Corvallis. It's only 3 weeks away!!! Wanna know what I'm concerned about now? NOT HAVING A JOB THERE! What the Hell is wrong with me?! It's not that big of a deal if I don't have a job lined up before I move. I guess I just feel better when I know the security is there. Oh well. Life will go on and things will turn out o.k. just as they always do. This is my second-to-last weekend here and I am working both days from 11am - 9pm. I need a life.