I hate my new shift. I hate having to work until 9:30pm three nights a week. I hate that those are our busiest days and Im stuck working a ten hour shift. Yesterday it was a struggle not to just walk out and quit. Is the money really worth it? I mean, I know that I cant afford to not work there, but I seriously cant handle the mental aggrivation. I shouldnt want to just come home and cry after my shift, there's something really wrong with the situation when it comes down to it.
I did come home last night and talk to My Boy on the phone for about four hours, talking about way too many things to recount. That's one thing that I love about being with him, we can spend an obscene amount of time just talking. Its odd that Im handling him being away, so well. Sure, I wish that he didnt need to be so far but we just click so well with everything that I couldnt not be with him while he was away. Its really hard to put into words how well we actually work together. Suffice it to say I never thought I'd find a guy like this in my lifetime.
I think Im gonna haul my chubby butt to the gym today. I need the exercise. Other things planned: having my hair colored, and going for groceries with Mom. That last one, Im not looking forward to, believe me.
{Thursday, March 23}
Have I mentioned that I hate titles?
1 Comments:
eye candy said...
Thursday, March 23, 2006 9:49:00 p.m.
eye candy said...
Haha. How can anyone hate titties?
