My morale is down. Way down. I have the case of the mean reds. The mean reds are what Audrey Hepburn feels when she’s scared and don’t know why in ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’. I certainly have them today.
I’ve had such a horrible Monday and Tuesday, then that scam thing happened last night and now I have to massage a stuck-up state trooper who didn’t like his last massage to the point where the corporate office got involved. And now I have to massage him. They picked me. Whoopee……..
I feel like this is as good as ME will get. This is it. It scares me to think that if I just stand still and do nothing, I will be in this job forever. Massaging oil on the chests of big hairy men. OH MY GOD! I’m driving myself crazy with this train of thought.
I just want to stay in this sweet, sweet little starbucks and drink myself into latte oblivion. One $4 latte after another after another.
So once again, I’m hating on my job. I feel hopeless, powerless and scared. And I sound like a complete baby, I know. But this is a ‘mean reds’ kind of day and I need to blog.
Feeling scared for no reason means that I’m losing control of my life and myself. That’s it. That’s all. The fastest way to reclaim my life would be to quit my job and start drinking everyday like I used to and forget about everything else. Besides, aren’t friends and good times the most important thing?