snakeplissken

First week at the margarine mines is over. Training has been going well and the job is pretty easy overall. Sounds like my training is getting accelerated as I've made the impression that I'm not a dipshit. So that's nice. The next goal is to save up and get moved closer to work since gas is 4 bucks a gallon and commuting makes me want to drown kittens in a bucket of grease. I'm not sure of a location yet, but I know I won't tolerate an apartment complex. I hate loud neighbors and hearing other people fucking through the walls. Mostly because I'm not getting any, but I digress. A yard of some kind is a necessity. As is room for brewing, but that's a derp statement.

I've noticed my anxiety has dropped a lot during my training. Usually new places, new faces, and trying to make a good impression makes me shakier than a dog shitting razor blades, but it hasn't been the case. I'm noticing my own confidence in what I'm doing and I like it. I'm not stewing on the little errors I make either, I just let them go. Another good sign of progress.

Perhaps next I should tackle dating again. I don't know about that though, the heart is still a bit wishy-washy around the ladies, and so is the confidence. Either way I'm not worried. I'm ok where I am.

Go read this: http://suicidegirls.com/news/culture/25018/Plisskens-Shit-Food-Review-The-McDs-Big-Breakfast/ and comment plz. I'll show you my vagina.