2 days ago it was in the upper 60's and now today I awake to the first snow fall of the season. The first snow and it's a winter storm warning. It's not suppose to stop until tomorrow evening with a total of about a foot of snow. Ready or not here's winter!
Here I am at my second job of the day. My nose has been running nonstop since before I started for my first job last night. The meds I took never helped. Needless to say I am feeling miserable and tired. I've got too much to do in too little time. As I sit here in this dog kennel I take a time to reflect on the years that I've put into this job and all these times they've screw me over (especially this last time) and have come to this conclusion. I don't care about my job any more. I work here only 2 days a month now and the time that I've put into this job makes it only a small minute portion of my life which basically is nothing anymore. I have given up all hope that I once had and have a meh attitude toward this job. All of this is the conclusion of me being tired and miserable with too much time to think. Yeah, it's life. Ok, I'll get off my emo soapbox now.
