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At Peace With Life...and Pissed at it for letting me get Sick and Preventing Me From Seeing 'A Faulty Chromosome" Tonight

Coming Attractions

If all goes well there will be a new video post tomorrow night.


That was the coming attraction. Did you like it? Ok so Tuesday night I got an earache. Wednesday I thought I was better. Skip ahead to Saturday, tonight. A night to which I had a horrible runny nose, a bad sinus headache and no voice. Oh, and had to work, forgot about that. I should be in bed but my neighbors are having some sort of polka music concert next door which works out great because I couldnt go see "A Faulty Chromosome" tonight because I felt too sick. This polka stuff is the next best thing.

Yeah I'm mad that I felt awful and couldn't go tonight. I feel even more upset that I now realize that I could have gone to see them and traded this shitty crappy music I'm hearing now in for some good old fashion rock, I mean alternative, wait I mean Good music =0).

What makes me content with life? A few months ago my friend Eric (who happens to be the soul of A Faulty Chromosome) told me that when I'm at work that I should not care. Not not care about getting the job done but just not care about other employees and customers. I did do that and I felt great. Than I got in my head that I should apply for some upper level positions to earn more money which would basically help me take care of Mollye. Not that she needs taking care of I just like to have that mind set. Ever since then I started caring again, work has been harder then ever. I just cared about too many things.

Starting tomorrow I have decided to not care anymore. As a result things should turn out the way they were back when Eric first gave me that advice. Easy going.

I guess that's the only part of life I'm at peace with. Yeah no big endings. Disapointed?

I'm going to try and go to bed again. After all I got 8 hours before Gabby wakes up and starts terrorizing the neighborhood. Fuck you Gabby.

There

  1. Blogger Mike Ambs | 3:33 PM |  

    Good - you know they don't pay you enough at that job to really care. They especially don't pay you enough to take home any stress or anxiety after you punch out. Ikea pays the bills... don't make it anything more than that.

  2. Blogger Inez | 9:19 PM |  

    I miss you Justine!

  3. Blogger Pablo | 9:10 PM |  

    Justine I've been telling you the same thing buddy. Try to do it though man. You can say one thing easy enough but doing it is another story. There was things that I didn't want to deal with there so I was out, it's not worth it. Really it's not. Take care buddy. We'll keep in touch.

  4. Anonymous Anonymous | 10:54 PM |  

    SWITCH DEPT!!!!! Start fresh in a new department. Move out of there!!! ! Your going to give yourself an ulser (sp?). If you worry too much about a department that doesn't care about you. It's not worth the headaches. You need to MOVE!!!! NOW!!!!

  5. Blogger Manda | 12:51 PM |  

    keep on keepin' on.
    -gabby