Today I realized something about my job that really sent a chill down my spine. Not only do I not loath my job anymore...I actually, by the end of the day...sometimes...like...the job.

It still sucks and in a bipolar sort of way I think I'm slowly earning respect. And of course now that I've gone and said it, they're gunna be all like "aawwss u totly suck!!!" >:{
That's an angry face.

It's a scary thought either way. I just hope it keeps improving to the point where I can get my time off and keep my expenses covered. And taxes. And insurance.

Don't grow up kids, it just won't worth the hassle. Just stay innocent and young eating dirt and streaking around the yard in naught but a towel cape then absconding with your cape to your couch cushion fort or treehouse for peanutbutter banana sandwiches with chocolate milk and Oreos where you play "hide-from-the-adults" untill dinner time where you pick at your vegetables.

So much easier than bills. And I don't even have that many expenses for my age.