Oh Goody
I have to go in and fight for my job tomorrow. This fact does not overjoy me. In fact, it makes me want to throw up. The job isn’t bad, but the salary issue is what has bummed me out for the past two months. It seems that Frosty was actually moved by our conversation today, but Pussy Demure is going to be the tougher sell. Not sure where Jackie stands on his opinion of me, but I’ve got to essentially re-interview for my job. Only, this time, I’ve got to mean it. And I will. Tomorrow. 🙂
And then, I am going to go in and play the game. It’s all I can do. Perhaps they will help me to resurrect my passion that has dwindled so rapidly in recent months. But first, I have to demonstrate that willingness to pick up the ball and run with it. And I will, you can count on it. ‘Cause I really need to pay my bills. 🙂 But I am hurt and frustrated right now, and I need to knock myself out and get a good rest, because opportunity is knocking, and god damn it, I am going to throw open the door, polish the ashes off of my shoulders, and shine like I know that only I can. Unfortunately, I was the one left standing on the bridges that were burned today, and I wasn’t even the one who torched them. But let me tell you, this is the last mess that I clean up this year — mark my words. In adversity, though, I find my strength, and well, tomorrow, I put myself to the test once again. Here’s to hoping that I pass with flying colors. …