is grueling, not fun, and even worse than moving, in my opinion.
I think I know what's been getting me down lately, and for once and it's not the constant pressure (self-inflicted) of wanting a boyfriend. That'll happen when it's supposed to.
A friend told me yesterday that I'm in control of my life. I knew this all along, but sometimes it's nice to hear it. Being 33 and working retail at a store with no upward mobility, shitty hours, and no benefits has been killing my spirit. I was fine for a little while when I was offered a small raise to come back after that whole JP Morgan debacle, but now it's a chore... a chore to drive there, a chore to be "on" at all times.
Stability is eluding me and I've made it a point these past couple of days to do something about it. Fuck a boyfriend... I need to better myself career wise and actually do something about it instead of losing sleep over it.
I believe once I find a new job, I'll be 100%. Which means more money, and the ability to move out of my brother's house.
