Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Biscuit-eatin' bulldogs

Today was a good and bad day. Did I do the right thing by chosing to accept this lower-paying position? Money isn't everything, but it's something... I know I'll feel a lot better when I can do real work on my own and be independent, but so far, I kinda feel useless. And like I'm bothering the person I shadowed all day today.

And adding to the pity party, tomorrow is my birthday. I would really love to be able to do something useful tomorrow. Whether it's a work thing or a personal thing, that doesn't matter. I just want to have a decent birthday.

I hate birthdays. I hate the expectation and the focus. All me. Watch me do this. Watch me do that. It's my own private hell.

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