LadyofRed

I wish I could find the right words to say. That sounds dismal. Truth is that so much of what's happened in the last two years and the thoughts racing through my mind cannot get onto paper. Or screen, if you will. Most of it is just crap that no one really cares about. But I suppose I'll just treat this like training at work and dump a lot of crap in no order on you all at once. I'm in my third and most fantastic apartment in the windy city. I am also declaring this my last apartment here, with full intentions of being gone within two years. Oh yeah, look whose making a real life plan for once. The B&N era ended about a year ago, and I've be

I'm not working a whole lot this week, so I kind of don't know what to do with myself. Both of my jobs only have me working 4 days this week, so I probably won't even break 50 hours. I haven't worked less than 60 a week since August. I don't get days off. Seriously. How many people do you know that have worked over 50 days in a row? That have been told by not just one, but three managers, that you should take a day off? That work so much yet still have a life? I've seen the sun rise a few times the last couple weeks... good times. I was all excited to have Thanksgiving off so that I can relax at home and finally cook something for myself. My

Things happen. People change. Friends leave. While I'm ok with most things that happen, sometimes it's the things that don't that disappoint. Though overall I'm happy with everything, there are times that drop me down a couple notches. Put life back into perspective. Or at least another perspective. I have 3 weeks left of "class." I'm getting dangerously close to two full time jobs and 15 hour days. And nothing shows genius like accidentally stabbing yourself in the leg.