Sorry. Sorry...

Oh boy.  Lots have happened.  Lots has changed.

Thanksgiving went by.  Christmas went by.  New Years went by as well.  

Found a job. (Yay, go me.)

But then... here's what follows:

1) I'm not happy with my job.  I don't see any room for growth within the company. 
2) My co-workers are very "cliquey" so it's hard to gauge or engage anything.
3) They watch me like a hawk. I swear they monitor when I go to the restroom or when I step outside for a cigarette break.

I know I shouldn't complain.  But.. it's just really awkward. I'm sociable by nature, but I've turned into a loner within the past month or so.

But, I won't ever make the mistake of quitting before finding another job.  3 months of.. just sitting there. Applying forjobs.  Going into stupid interviews.  Answering the same dumb old questions over and over.


In other news, I finally watched a TED show on David Blaine and how he held his breath for 17 minutes.  This guy is a freaking pimp.

Are you there God? It's me, dumbass

Like a fat kid eating cake, I haven't been able to breathe well.

Wait. What?

This was meant to be daily devotion of being thankful and I managed to shit that down the toilet.


Here goes:

I AM THANKFUL THAT I HAVE A JOB.  A JOB THAT MAKES ME SHIT CHICKEN NUGGETS THE MINUTE I WALK INTO THE OFFICE.  A JOB THAT HAS CUSTOMERS CALLING IN AND YELLING AT ME BECAUSE I'M NOT DOING MY JOB.  A JOB THAT DOES NOT HAVE A TIME SCHEDULE.  8-5PM MY MONKEY ASS.

Life fucking sucks. 

Giving thanks on a Sunday

I wanted to give thanks in the fact that it went ok today.

It would have been a lot worse...


Technically... it's a band aid, but it's my time to prove to them I can do it.