charlatan

My work is starting to get out of hand. Since when is seventeen days not enough notice to get a fucking day off, and what do you mean I have to work Halloween because some other guy took the day off. Fuck you, you fat Ogre. I already work more hours than anyone I know. Aside from the crazies there. I need a life. Just because I'm not married or have children doesn't mean one day off a week is enough satiate my social needs. I need to be around people whose company I enjoy once and awhile. I cannot expect the world to rotate around my work schedule. Enough is enough.

All that aside, I feel pretty good lately. I love the fall. The air is crisp and clean. The leaves are turning with the season.

Stuff is looking up for me. I got raise and I got money. I got friends and I got fun. I'm looking forward to whatever life has in store for me for the first time in a while. I'm not bogged down by expectations or hopes. I'm not looking for anything in particular. There is no secret I need to be looking for. The prize is everything inside, not what is in the little plastic bag at the bottom.

I'm OK. How about that?