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Now that the academic year is in swing, I'm getting my ass worked off. Not in the good workout kind of way. Besides, I like my ass. It's friendly, round & cheeky.
I digress.
Today I kept finishing my bosses sentences for him and interrupting him. This did not make him happy. However the asshole didn't see that I was nervous about working with the new equipment we have, he just saw he was being tripped on. Fucking fucker. I keep thinking that my life sucks and that I have it bad, but then I keep remembering about New Orleans, and the time I had there last year on Burbon St. and compare that to now considering the place is still covered in shit-water. I don't have it bad. I just have an anxiety problem coupled with stress, low-self esteem and a strong desire to make other people happy.
I'm your average 23 year old dork.
but for once I'm not happy about it.
What do I do? I guess I just put one foot in front of the other and trust in myself to get what I need done. Shit though, I'm just hoping to be able to do something to support my life and then go from there.
It's not helping to deal with assholes all day
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EDIT 10:15
I also have a nintendog!
Beaker is a Golden Lab. She and I have been around for 1:25. She loves being showered and wiggling around on her back (done on voice command: "belly up!"). She has won first place in an obedience competition and is keeping me up nights because she sleeps during the day. Oh and she freaks the hell out when I blow bubbles at her (thanks Akira, I'm going to teach her how to wave her butt at the screen and name the voice command after you! /sarcasam)
gotta love that Nintendog.