Throughout my day, I type a few words onto this computer and post at the end of my workday.
I must admit, I like my job. I know I may say that I want to call in sick, but that is just because I want to do other things. I don’t hate my job. I went through that for 2 years. I am tired of hating my job, and relieved to have my 8-4:30 M-F job. No more retail for me. No way man. No weekends either.
I believe large-scale retail to be the root of some very major evils. Not the root of ALL EVIL, I leave that to the republicans.
But now that I have time to have a life, I really don’t want one. When I get home, I don’t really want to do anything. I think that is from my boyfriend being away for so long. Him being in Iraq just made me independent but content with doing nothing and, forgetting to mention, more liberal.
I do need to exercise a bit more, go out walking, eat better…say goodbye to thighs.
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