EDIT: i think i'll watch an episode of news radio before work.
i let a ladybug into the house by accident, but i don't have the heart to kill it. and i know how chilly it is outside, so i don't want to shuffle it back out the window.
i hope it isn't pregnant.
people at work made fun of me the other day because i found a beetle behind the register and i picked it up and brought it outside.
i can't kill anything but earwigs. i'm such a lame-ass. and i'm not even a vegetarian. i think there's something wrong.
withmeimean.
-awkward-
so.. i've been busy. for the first time in awhile. and not just with work.
i have no fucking idea what i'm going to do when bob leaves. i can either stay here and work, or go home and find a fucking job in chicago.
of course, i know the CTA like the back of my hand. i don't need a car to get around. chicago is pretty much a grid, i don't know how so many people have trouble finding where they need to go.
also, we got a new store manager. he has a hitler mustache. bob says he looks like a sleazy 80's porno film director. i call him captain comb-over. he's a schmuck. walgreens isn't as fun anymore.
but if i go back to chicago, i doubt i'll find the motivation in me to come back to champaign. i have friends here. i have little to no one in wheeling and a very thin scattering of friends in actual chi-town. mostly people i was friends with before and am hanging onto by the skin of my aim messenger. awkward sentence. don't care.
i can't write anymore.
i let a ladybug into the house by accident, but i don't have the heart to kill it. and i know how chilly it is outside, so i don't want to shuffle it back out the window.
i hope it isn't pregnant.
people at work made fun of me the other day because i found a beetle behind the register and i picked it up and brought it outside.
i can't kill anything but earwigs. i'm such a lame-ass. and i'm not even a vegetarian. i think there's something wrong.
withmeimean.
-awkward-
so.. i've been busy. for the first time in awhile. and not just with work.
i have no fucking idea what i'm going to do when bob leaves. i can either stay here and work, or go home and find a fucking job in chicago.
of course, i know the CTA like the back of my hand. i don't need a car to get around. chicago is pretty much a grid, i don't know how so many people have trouble finding where they need to go.
also, we got a new store manager. he has a hitler mustache. bob says he looks like a sleazy 80's porno film director. i call him captain comb-over. he's a schmuck. walgreens isn't as fun anymore.
but if i go back to chicago, i doubt i'll find the motivation in me to come back to champaign. i have friends here. i have little to no one in wheeling and a very thin scattering of friends in actual chi-town. mostly people i was friends with before and am hanging onto by the skin of my aim messenger. awkward sentence. don't care.
i can't write anymore.
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Sorry that you are feeling like this. But, I say go where you feel you need too. Life is weird amd things happen for a reason.
If you decide to stay and want to look for a new job there are always cool jobs that are open that people know about that don't get advertised.
And you're not weird for not killing bugs. I don't either. I'll kill roaches and mosquitos but that's about it. Ok I will kill ants but that's because there is no shortage of the little bastards. Everything else, including spiders, get relocated outside.