Today was my next to the last day at my dream job that lets you make your own hours, no phone work, but also doesn’t pay enough to live on.
Once you reach the level of production they want you to be at, it’s not so bad……if u ignore the extreme micro- managing. As long as you work 8 hrs, they basically let you come in when you wish. I will Definitely miss that part.
My new job starts next week. Call center at a credit union. Paying more than the job I left a year ago. More than I have ever made actually, except for when I lived in L.A.. I am trying to be positive and not set such extreme divine negative expectations.
I am watching one of those violent sick movies on Netflix. When people ask me, “what do you get out of horror films or chop chop films such as Saw, Hell Raiser, Hostel, or Human Centipede?” I have to say Hell if I know. I just say “What a Rush!!!!” If I may say in my defense, I do have to turn away or close my eyes on some parts…especially on Human Centipede and Saw. So I guess I am not that demented.
If you lean towards the dark, quirky movies try “May” with Jeremy Sisto….seen it 5
Other good twisted movies on Nerflix are:
Breaking the girls
The killer Inside Me
Yeah yeah I know this has nothing to do with self injury, depression, or anxiety…but No one I know likes this stuff so who do I have to share it with?
I wish my inspiration for writing poetry would return. I have thrown some stuff together here and there, but I feel they are low on quality. Whether that is real, my noise, or just a matter of taste I don’t know. Between judging my feelings, thoughts, and self-valudation, I sometimes feel like I don’t know what is real.
Is this a real post? 😳