No rest for the weary
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: MTV
So, today is another day in my every crazy life. I get up at 6 in the morning and I take my dog outside. It's too damn early to be up. I just wish I could crawl back in bed and sleep for the rest of the day, but I've got to be an adult. So, I get ready for work and leave for the 20 minute drive to my crappy job where I get verably abused everyday in some way or another. How did I sign up for this? Was there a hidden clause that I didn't see? A word to the wise ... don't ever work in the health care field. No matter what you do it never seems to be enough and it doesn't help matters when you work where everyone has money and wants it done now! "I'm not a fucking robot" is what I mutter under my breath as I walk away from the snobby customers at my job. I'm underpaid and underappreciated, like so many others and everyday I wonder why I go back. But reality is that I need a job and I feel stuck. Like I'm a fly that has landed on one of those fly strips and can't get away. Just stuck forever. I get no lunch today, which is normal when I work at 7:30 in the morning. The only good thing about working so early is the day tends to go fast and once I'm out the door I can breath again.

I'm sitting in a chair waiting for my friend Leah to con her way out of leaving work so I can take her home. I think that if I close my eyes now I could sleep for a year. Man that would be nice, but my 2 minute nap is interrupted when I feel a slap on my forehead. "What the hell? Couldn't you let an old bitch sleep for atleast 3 minutes before you start hiting her?" Leah laughs and we head out the door.

Now, it's almost 11 at night and I'm watching some MTV show about rap battles, half listening, half playing with my dog. I'm rubbing my dog's belly when I realize that I still have a shit load of homework to do. It just doesn't end. Well, I'm off to get a couple hours of work done before I have to be back at work at the but crack of dawn.