extension of my obsession.
you can always tell when my mind is troubled because i update live journal like a frantic whore.
i have so many thoughts i cant turn off that the only way to gain any hope of stability is to jot them all down on this silly little electronic database.
i feel like i wish i worked 20 hours every day for the next week because work is the only place i can seem to get my shit together. it's like a theatrical performance. our district manager was there yesterday and my store manager said that he thought very highly of me and one of the CEO's of our company is coming in July and I had that day off and Kane (the DM) made them put me on the schedule. it's that kind of reward that ignites the fire in me (to be painstakingly cliche).
i hate to admit that i'm that kind of person too because i admire those who feel good about doing a good job whether or not it goes unnoticed. but i definitely have to be praised for effort or i have no drive.
i guess i feel like a dandelion lately which is why i have such erratic pictures on myspace. i feel very unoriginal and very much like i have friends because everyone is too drunk to see that i'm really just another girl. but i guess we're all just dandelions and who you hang out is more out of your place in the field.
i have so many thoughts i cant turn off that the only way to gain any hope of stability is to jot them all down on this silly little electronic database.
i feel like i wish i worked 20 hours every day for the next week because work is the only place i can seem to get my shit together. it's like a theatrical performance. our district manager was there yesterday and my store manager said that he thought very highly of me and one of the CEO's of our company is coming in July and I had that day off and Kane (the DM) made them put me on the schedule. it's that kind of reward that ignites the fire in me (to be painstakingly cliche).
i hate to admit that i'm that kind of person too because i admire those who feel good about doing a good job whether or not it goes unnoticed. but i definitely have to be praised for effort or i have no drive.
i guess i feel like a dandelion lately which is why i have such erratic pictures on myspace. i feel very unoriginal and very much like i have friends because everyone is too drunk to see that i'm really just another girl. but i guess we're all just dandelions and who you hang out is more out of your place in the field.