cavity

I called in to work today. My very good friend got married at the courthouse, and I dragged myself out of bed at 10:30 to show my love and support. I must look very trashy in the pictures. I made some sloppy fashion decisions. After that I was simply to exhausted to even begin to imagine battling out quota. I am tele-fundraising at the moment and looking for any which way to supplement my income. Still six days a week, even if it is only a four hour shift, feels like a lot.

I wanted to canvass again, so I could work full time, but my former boss is snubbing me. For leaving, I guess. I hate being on bad terms with former employers, similar to boyfriends. But, it happens. Anyway, I treat my job too much like my lovers. I give and I give and I give and then I get mad and act totally innappropriately according to standard "professionalism". I get nervous at the start, need lots of reassurance, then I get bored, and get an attitude. In the end, though, I think I care about the organization/person more than most.

Maybe I shared too much.