Sunday, September 14, 2008
{ 1:06 AM }
Travis' Closer is playing and its drowning out the noise, the chords just soothing my skin.
It's the music that allows me to wander. I always felt very lucky growing up, of course the human self is never satisfied but looking back at my life from many angles, I am, in ways more than one, very blessed.
And I don't know if this is the curse that comes along with the blessing because I always find myself feeling guilty for the things I have and the things that a lot of others lack and I don't just mean materialistic things.
Here I am fighting for a 5 digit salary in my future, whereas the construction workers work with backs bent under the scorching sun. Your sometimes slow but otherwise hardworking maid has 5 mouths back home to feed and yet swallows her pride to kneel and scrub your floors. A little respect please.
Don't you just wish there were something that could be done? We don't have to change the whole world, that seems almost impossible, despite what the Adidas ads tell you. Just one at a time, one small thing at a time. Why does my heart break for them?
Work hard and as my boss tells me, sacrifices have to be made but why does theirs seem too much to bear.
We should be g
rateful, that is the underlying basis of it all.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
{ 3:07 AM }
Who in the world reads this junk that I write? I've made it past one week of work and I am glad and proud to say that I like my job. I like being busy and having files on my desk, I like the sense of urgency of dealing with clients and files. It's a dead end, 8 hour, five days a week job but I like it... so
That said, I think I've decided on doing the Bar. It's another year away from home, another year in a friggin' cold country (with excellent shopping, that I miss) but a big difference in my salary and future prospects.
The future, the future, the future. We all work SO hard for our future, if only he/she would appreciate it and let us of easy.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
{ 12:45 PM }
Calling all other 21 year olds. I have a question, is it me or are our maternal hormones just raging, and I mean RAGING?
In the past 3 days I've met two of my friends, both married with children and they are SO cute.
I want my own baby, my own little monster that I will spoil rotten!
Gah. I'm starting work on Monday, 8.30 to 5.30 Monday to Friday. The long weekend is a plus plus plus.
I'm just writing for writing. I want a babyyyyyyyy a cute fat baby.
Damn these BAR plans. I think they're the only ones holding me back.