"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort










Friday, August 24, 2007

Decisions...

I can no longer function in this heat. I tried to do kickboxing downstairs last night for half an hour before my hour walk, (because I ate two delicious cookies yesterday, that were totally worth it)and my entire body was covered in sweat. I mean, I sweat when I workout, but even my arms were sweating. And it's cool downstairs, it's halfway in the ground.

So today I'm feeling it. My freaking legs are killing me. But that's a good thing. Shock the old body with a different workout. And I had to watch Lost on the treadmill upstairs. Season two. I have no programs to watch. Exercise is so depressing with no TV to watch. There isn't even The View, or Ellen, or Oprah...those are all repeats! I miss you cable. Please come back. And...ummmm....Fall TV? Now? Please?

I got a call at 10:30 last night, and guess what? Those bastards at the police station didn't give me the time off to go to Virginia Beach. Shocking. Too bad I'm quitting. I really have no choice. I was sorta excited to have September be my last month of working every weekend too. But, for 8.25/hour it's really not worth it. I'm afraid to start a new second job, but for me, the year 2007 has a theme. It's called changes. Get use to it.

They finally hired two new people at the police station. They only need three. Three shifts. Ideally, four, so there is one person to cover for days off. I just need a couple hundred so 2 weekends is fine with me. It might have worked out but looks like I'm outtie. We'll see what happens when I go in tomorrow, but it's looking as though I'm putting in my one week notice. I mean gee, I only told them over a month ago I needed the weekend off, and that I had a plane ticket. Fucking ignorant. Wonder why it is there's such a high turnaround there?

Why is it that my brother is still staying with me? Um, he needs not be hooked up to a machine. He's able to work part time. No visiting nurse. Oh, yea, that's right, he is too lazy to clean his house so he is making it take weeks when it could be done in a weekend. I forgot! Silly me.

P.S. Bye-bye Jen. I won't miss you on Big Brother!

2 comments:

RR Johnson Jr. said...

When the legs are tired drink one glass of red wine about two hours before you go to bed. If possible continue this trend daily. Remember I said one glass not a bottle!

Mon said...

rr:
one glass is hard for me. lol. I dooo love the wine!