kungfuporcupine

Butterflies

So, I'm both a little excited and a little nervous. I don't deal well with change.. unless it's hugely, dramatically out of my control. I've been comfortably working part time from five to nine Monday thru Friday with my little alternate Saturdays of doom. This is a very warm and familiar rut I've dug myself into.


-Work
-Drink
-Sleep
-Treat Hangover
-Repeat


But recently, I've come to the conclusion that I'm po' white trash. I specifically came to that conclusion when I couldn't even afford a twenty five cent game of pool exactly one week after pay day. So yesterday I put in a shift bid for full time.


And today I got it.


Eight hours a day. Eight hours a day that I will never have back. And I'm nervous about it. Pretty much anyone, even if they're as lazy as me, can do a part time gig standing on our heads.. but I have serious commitment issues with employment. Sorry, but I just don't like to deal with corporate bullshit. I don't like having to watch executives run around in circles for three months just so they come to a decision that they can save money by switching to non reusable, non biodegradable coffee cups.


And it's everywhere! Rampant! I bet ditch diggers get middle-managed to death, too..


Anyways.. for those of you who know and love me, I'm sure I'll be reading a few comments that sound a bit like, "It's about time" or "don't kill yourself" and I suppose it's true nuff and well deserved...


But deep down I think you're all jealous..