So I work for this great company. The bnefits are great the people are fun to work with but then there is this odd feeling I get when I pull into my parking space at work. My stomache drops, my head aches, my heart pounds, and the silent dread of working for 8 hours on the phone with people who believe they are better than me, trying to improve my conversion, and dealing with my prick DC who I swear hates my guts.
But this is what we call life. We take the insignificant jobs that we don't like so that we can pay for our education, our car, or insurance, the luxury of a phone and food. So why is it that one place has to be so strict? Don't they understand that that is why they have such a high turn over rate? I guess they don't. Not ony that but they have me on graveyard. I don't get much of a social life anymore and my alarm has decided to stop waking me up.
Joel. He's another aspect of my life. I don't know where we are headed but there is so much of him that annoys the hell out of me but then there is a ton of things that make me want to give him a chance. I'll tell you one thing though, this whole him not having a car thing? It's going to get old real fast and he had better get his truck working this week as well as a job because I refuse to support him. He lives with me, I pay for everything. I'm sick of that. Maybe if he was able to support himself I wouldn't get so irritated.
