Misery turned to sunshine.
Finally, the first day I’ve been at Pacific Beverage, and haven’t wanted to kill myself on my way out the door… It’s been a really good day, which means
- I kinda know what I’m doing.
- The salesmen aren’t returning everything I do because it isn’t what they wanted. (Meaning, I’m learning about all the little things they don’t tell me they want on their banners.)
- and I actually feel good. Isn’t that weird?
Still, though, I definitely have problems. Can’t get the car smogged until I get an inconsistent idle fixed, and that might be expensive. Can’t get the car regisitered until it’s smogged, and I’ve got a fix-it ticket that will be expensive unless I get it registered by the end of the month. I can’t sell the car to mom until it’s registered….
What a headache!
I’m looking forward to the weekend. Kristen’s meeting my folks for the first time and I’m stealing my sister to the Central Coast for a week. It sounds like the first time I’ll be able to take a deep breath for a long time.
August 11th, 2005
Any day where suicide isn’t considered is a small victory.
You know, you’re right. How the heck are you doing?