It’s 3 a.m., I must be lonely
After planning out an entire Pittsburgh trip, I see it’s the 400th anniversary of Salem.
Wonder where this witch ends up.
Honestly I just want to do it all.
I’m tired of working and I love my job.
We weren’t meant to be so stressed out, were we? To sit indoors all day and stress-eat?
Or … did I just work so hard in my youth that I ran out of energy?
Like did I give everything I had back then that I accepted that as the norm?
Now I feel guilty for going a normal speed. But I’m really not the slacker I think I am now; I’ve just decelerated to everyone else’s level?
Or, as the meme goes, I’m gonna get a “3” anyway and have no higher title/reward to aspire to, so just be happy and get things done to my own liking rather than worry what anyone else thinks?
It got me thinking in Hollywood Studios, as Kelly yelled at me for not saying what I wanted to do — that I kept guessing what SHE wanted to do.
I told her repeatedly, if I were on one of my solo trips, I would just be following the wind as I was doing WITH her.
But maybe she was on to something. I’m always trying to figure out what bosses want, rather than what I want.
Well, I figure out what will keep love notes at bay. Rather than, say, what would get me a 4.
They need to offer me a trip or something and attach some goals to it. Fun goals.
Hiring a Republican is not a fun goal.
Rounding up Republican woman and clubbing them over the head for voting away my rights?
Now that sounds motivational.