Conversly, there’s no one easier to hate than yourself either.
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Sometimes the most impossible person to love in your life is yourself. I’ve treaded this water before, but alas I shall again. I oft wonder why I’m the way I am. In this sinario it’s why do I let some people walk all over me, while at the same time lash out at those who don’t deserve it. Why don’t I put a little of that backbone towards those whom I need to be a little more firm on my position with, and maybe a little more understanding with those who mean so much to me. I seem to be the master of misdirected hostility. I don’t know how to correct this. How do I become a better person. Sometimes I just feel like a shitty son, a horrible boyfriend, and a subpar at best podcast co-host. I know the simple solution is to just do it. Fix whatever you don’t like. There’s something in my that prevents me from doing this. I don’t know what it is psychologicaly that stops me from “just doing it” as it were. Maybe my lot in life is to be a spineless twit, a shitty son, a horrible boyfriend, and a subpar at best podcast co-host. *sigh* It’s impossible to be honest with someone else, if you’re not honest with yourself. True happiness is rare, when it comes along don’t question it, just be glad it’s there. So 4/22 was inventory day at the store i work. It itself is not a horrible day but the month (and especially the week) prior are a living nightmare. Most of the actual day however is just standing around waiting for one of the inventory folk (here’s a crappy pic of my bestest friend that day) to yell “SKU CHECK!!” which in my case meams somebody ‘effed up and wrote a wrong number. Most of my day consisted of me drawing dumb pictures and whatnot on the boxes at work. here are some of said dumb pictures and whatnot. I just happened to be reading my new favoritest web comic bug (found at bugcomic.com) and happened upon the comments to this comic. “idiotic Adam Well played sir, well played Place: Work So I’m not the most sympathetic individual in the word, I trade more in apathy. Peoples sob stories at work, coworker and customer alike, rarely mean anything to me. “Can I buy this display because I’m a single mother and couldn’t possibly manage to assemble this tv stand all by my little self” (I exagerate for dramatic effect of course). My thoughts don’t turn to “Oh em gee, you should totally take this piece of furniture we paid to have assembled and won’t be able to get another display put together for a while making it super hard to sell the boxed ones because people really don’t like buying things they can’t see what they look like. But you’re totally a helpless female so totally take it *smiles*.” Yeah kinda not how I roll. But this sinario was a little diffrent as this display was kinda rough, and she was willing to take it and had not mentioned wanting anything off. Score! It was what I thought going to be a quick and easy transaction. It was a $20 tv stand, I wasn’t gonna waste a lot of time trying to sell it. If she bought it she bought it, if she didn’t no skin off my back. I don’t make anything more by selling the crap, I might get a perverbial pat on the back for aiding in the sale of say $400 worth of what not. However I doubt 20 bones is gonna yield even that. Enter my moronical coworker. I shall call him “Idiot”, as he is. He has a long standing tradition of bending the rules and doing stupid things if it means somthing with boobs just might pay him some attention. His contribution to the situation, decide to open an unopend box of said piece of furniture replacing one of the doors, and eventually the top aswell. This process took 45 minutes, 45 effing minutes. To sell a freaking $20 item. 45 minutes he could have been working to put freight out. He was off the weekend with another truck coming Monday, his time could have been much better spent. So at the end of this ordeal I end up with three things a) no display b) an opened box of furnature that now gets junked c) a bunch of freight that could have been worked on whist he was pissing around with that. gah. gah. GAH!!!! side note: The incident prompted two posts to twitter, one as it was starting, and one once it was over. Is it better to face your fears unprepared to get it over with, or wait til you’re better prepared and risk never faceing them. Well I had every ambition of going to the DMV today and taking the written portion of the driving test, ergo putting my one step closer to a licence. That plan has been put on hold for atleast a week because a) I have not finished the manual, which segways into b) I feel pretty uncofident in my ability to pass it. I don’t know why because I breezed through the manual last time and passed first time out. But something in my gut says spend a week with the manual and go next week. It’s not like I have to be licenced and driving by Monday so I think I will err on the side of caution and go with my gut on this one. Did laundry, I soooooooo desperately need to do that. It sucks running out of clothes :p. So I did my two that probably should be divided into three baskets. Lame. I need to so some cleaning, I have things that I’m sure would reapear if I were to do so. And even more things that I’m sure could stand to be thrown away. *shudders* Nasty things. Everytime I clean I discover drink containers of drinks that I haven’t purchased in quite some time. I’m sure I have some pepsi/mt. dew throwback containers coming my way |
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. As I type this that is really it. If any thing else comes up, I’ll probably forget to types it. ‘Cuz that’s how I roll 