Looking for a new job. At first it's always depressing. I love change, flowing change, change I can't really do anything about. Changing jobs, however, is icky, uncomfortable, scary. I'm going from bar to office. BIG change. Why? Tuition reimbursement, getting away from the coke, alcoholics, men who treat me like an object, men who go psycho and benefits. Ah, to work 8-5 again. To see the daylight. To be on the same schedule as my real friends.
That's another thing. How did I let myself get to the point that I thought any of those meth/coke heads and lushes were friends? For a while there I thought the night life was glamorous. Now I find it revolting. For a time I was so caught up in it that I didn't see myself straying from my goals and dreams. I was no longer progressing towards the person I want to be. Rather, Lisa was hardening, becoming bitter and losing sight of honesty as a black and white issue. It affected my friends and family. Some of these people keep calling, attempting to ask me to go out and "party" with them. There's no way in hell I'm going to let myself fall down those stairs.
That's another thing. How did I let myself get to the point that I thought any of those meth/coke heads and lushes were friends? For a while there I thought the night life was glamorous. Now I find it revolting. For a time I was so caught up in it that I didn't see myself straying from my goals and dreams. I was no longer progressing towards the person I want to be. Rather, Lisa was hardening, becoming bitter and losing sight of honesty as a black and white issue. It affected my friends and family. Some of these people keep calling, attempting to ask me to go out and "party" with them. There's no way in hell I'm going to let myself fall down those stairs.