God Damn.
This week I worked like a dog.
Really, it’s been 56 hours of none stop work Sunday through Friday. Two jobs + school. I’m exhausted. I thought I was playing well ahead of the game.
Turns out I’m right on schedule.
There is one thing I won’t deal with — bullshit. Literally, I just don’t have time to concern myself with it. I don’t have time to be blown off, to feel hurt, or to be second in line to some other bitch. Wanting simple things – a spontaneous text message, a response to my e-mail, and a few hours together in central park on a Saturday afternoon – those things aren’t very much. So please, please don’t waste my time by denying those basic treasures.
I just work way too fucking hard to feel like crap at the end of the day.
