Jotting these down so I can revisit them later.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The Right Words
The worst part of work isn't the hours, or the management, or the co-workers, or even the wages.
The worst part of work is that it completely exhausts my ability to fake it - you know, being less-than-miserable. I get home and it isn't the exhaustion that does me in, but the aching desire not to have to put up with anything, from anyone at all. I seem to remember having more of this ability, earlier on. I suppose faking a smile comes a little harder when you can't really combat the darkness inside anymore.
The worst part of work is that it completely exhausts my ability to fake it - you know, being less-than-miserable. I get home and it isn't the exhaustion that does me in, but the aching desire not to have to put up with anything, from anyone at all. I seem to remember having more of this ability, earlier on. I suppose faking a smile comes a little harder when you can't really combat the darkness inside anymore.
Because it Bears Repeating
"Why aren't you interested?"
"It isn't that I'm not interested, just that if I get involved, I'll have to deal with you leaving."
"I won't leave, I'd never do that!"
"It isn't that I'm not interested, just that if I get involved, I'll have to deal with you leaving."
"I won't leave, I'd never do that!"
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