Stop the ride I wanna get off!
Somehow or another when time moves slowly on and there is a moment for reflection, everyone sits back and asks themselves, WTF!
The facts currently as I know them are this:
I quit my job as supervisor at Ma and Pa Kennels. My mother insisted that I give my resignation because after all: Who wants to work somewhere where they can have sex on the boss’s desk? Sleep during their shifts. Pursue employees with naked pictures of themselves on their phones and ask subordinates: ‘hey, do you want to come and pose naked with me…it’s a project my mentor is working on. The more the merrier!’
Fuck ya’, I loved my job and now I hear they’re hiring again!
During my Mother Theresa times, the running out of sedatives and, ‘woe is me…what am I going to do with my life…I just need to find myself.’
Conversations went like this:
It’s why I wanted to hide.
It’s why I want to go to bed and stop crying.
I’m scared! I am so afraid that I don’t understand what it means to spend my life with someone.
But as mania provides for those who suffer from it, there had been more days like these:
Well you’re pretty amazing and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life!
I’m only excited to work tomorrow because I’m with you!
Started wearing short shorts to work. Ha-Ha and, purposely bend over right in front of you. Remember? I didn’t have any underwear on!
Working, living, loving and being within a short distance of Travels with Ambien Grace is like a carnival ride you cannot get off.
Take it from me, either enjoy the strangeness of it all or call it a day and call a cab!
