i dont know what this is about
so here it is.an honest entry.because i just haven't felt honest enough even though i'm always painfully honest.
i like my job. i like being in charge of myself. i like the challenge. i like the sensation of success i feel after filling an order and placing someone in a job.
i no longer feel very sorry for the chronically poor. i have learned exactly how lazy and full of excuses this group of people is. they feel that they are owed something - most of them are rude, picky and too lazy to even call when they don't feel like showing up for work. there are a handful of exceptions, but a small handful. most don't even bother to return a call about a job because they can still collect unemployment and say they missed the call.
i spent a night in jail. it's a long story. it was the worst experience of my life. and i really
don't want to go into more detail than that.
i'm afraid now of being cold. like i'll never be warm again.
thank god for brent.
and the friends i wasn't sure i had are the only ones who cared enough to come by the next day and
try to cheer me up - who genuinely felt sorry for me - and who brought me pink calla lillies and offered to drive me anywhere i need to go.
my car isn't totalled. i'm not sure if this is good news, after all.
all of my paychecks for the next 5 months will be going to a high-price lawyer who
will take care of all the BS.
my parents were suprisingly supportive.
and actually believe that it was wrong-place-wrong-time.
so i can't really complain. i'll be low on money- but no lower than i have been since being out of school.
and i will deal with things one day at a time.
and appreciate the fiance and friends and family that i have who genuinely care for and about me.
it's just a different life. and i can't move backward.
and no more cigarettes - not even recreationally every now and then.
it's time to grow up a little.
i like my job. i like being in charge of myself. i like the challenge. i like the sensation of success i feel after filling an order and placing someone in a job.
i no longer feel very sorry for the chronically poor. i have learned exactly how lazy and full of excuses this group of people is. they feel that they are owed something - most of them are rude, picky and too lazy to even call when they don't feel like showing up for work. there are a handful of exceptions, but a small handful. most don't even bother to return a call about a job because they can still collect unemployment and say they missed the call.
i spent a night in jail. it's a long story. it was the worst experience of my life. and i really
don't want to go into more detail than that.
i'm afraid now of being cold. like i'll never be warm again.
thank god for brent.
and the friends i wasn't sure i had are the only ones who cared enough to come by the next day and
try to cheer me up - who genuinely felt sorry for me - and who brought me pink calla lillies and offered to drive me anywhere i need to go.
my car isn't totalled. i'm not sure if this is good news, after all.
all of my paychecks for the next 5 months will be going to a high-price lawyer who
will take care of all the BS.
my parents were suprisingly supportive.
and actually believe that it was wrong-place-wrong-time.
so i can't really complain. i'll be low on money- but no lower than i have been since being out of school.
and i will deal with things one day at a time.
and appreciate the fiance and friends and family that i have who genuinely care for and about me.
it's just a different life. and i can't move backward.
and no more cigarettes - not even recreationally every now and then.
it's time to grow up a little.