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Dear Universe,

For months I've been in constant struggle...

I've struggled with being a a new place I don't feel like I fit in to.

I've struggled with living with 8 other people in this adorable little house after so many years of living alone.

But most of all, I'be struggled with work.

I'm constantly torn between loving my co-workers and hating my boss.

And I'm constantly torn between hating my boss and having him hand me wads of cash for 'a job well done,' even though he continuously demonstrates not having a mother fucking CLUE what I'm up to in the shop.

I've struggled with being stuck behind the desk now because I'm a chick and not being able to work out in the shop. And I've struggled with sitting there anyway, because that's what it takes to be part of the body shop family...stepping up when something needs to get done...no matter how HUGE a deal breaker that desk is...

I've meditated...and I've prayed...and I've searched...and I've waited, only hoping that I would see the sign when it came.

Last Friday, before taking off for Paso...I took a sly second and painted a pair of pink footprints in the bathroom we all share...


I figured it was only fair, sine the boys have their big yellow footprints already in there...when my coworkers saw them, they laughed and I played like I didn't know what they were talking about.

It may be stupid...but those little pink feet made me feel good about being a work...I just wanted to make my mark there...

So when I came out into the shop (after 2 hrs at the front desk) last Thursday and found that SOMEONE had painted over my pink feet with black spray paint...I admit, I know it's stupid, but it really hurt.

And I knew then, more than ever...that I don't belong in this shop.

Dear Universe...I've seen the sign...now show me the way...