Good Sunday to all of thee! And on this glorious Sunday morning, I will be listening to ABBA while writing this.
To start off, let's go back a few days. Over the last 3(?) months, I've felt isolated. Pretty depressing shit, right? Well, it's true. I haven't had chick (or friend) therapy to help me out with the daily bullshit that I've been dealing with (a lot of it, actually, all of it from work). So it was the greatest thing ever when I encountered a friend from middle school (forever ago). We had only about an hour to talk and we did... about everything. It wasn't that I bitched the entire time. While I did bitch, it was nice to familiarize myself with someone that I liked, who made me smile, who had the same perspective on life that I did. Talking with this very awesome friend of mine made me feel once again like myself.
So, in spirit of becoming myself once again, I decided to stand up for myself against all the work bullshit that I encounter. I took the week off after Monday. I stayed at home, and slept, and was happy and free; even though I was making no money whatsoever. Fuck work! Actually, fuck my job. I'm so tired of all the crap that I have to endure while unappreciated.
As for the other problem... my sister. She shall have no name, she doesn't deserve it. Anyway, ever since she has come back to work from maternity leave, she has become even more-so lazy. And here's the kicker, every once in a while, or actually, more like 3-5 times a week, she brings in her kid to work. I mean, really? Work is not a place for kids. At least our place isn't. We don't work at a effing daycare. So she has the kid there, and it's basically a reason for her to not do anything, while still getting paid. This is such crap. Anyway, I dealt with this on... actually, it was yesterday. I just left work early. At 2, I clocked out, said goodbye to some co-workers, and walked to the bus stop for my journey home.
And while my journey took me 2 hours, instead of 30 minutes, I was much more happier than I would have been on the car ride home. I went though downtown Los Angeles (which I LOVE!!!). I walked though the Grand Central Market, and people watched obvious tourists (because they're fun, of course!). I had a long, lovely, and quite peaceful journey home. And I believe I need this more often.
Keep this in mind when you start to think that you are really hating things. If it's one of those situations in which you can change things to make yourself happier, do so! But of course, don't commit crimes.