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 |   One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible    <---I am blown away by this    |
I've been good all week, so I suppose it's time for a good old-fashioned T rant  I survived the first week of Ramadan reasonably well. I haven't had headaches from a lack of caffeine since I've been waking up at 4:30 to get two cups of coffee in me, but man, the exhaustion is crazy. I can barely stay awake. And being cold all the time doesn't help. I am eating a lot less and filling up quickly during dinner. Desserts are a passion right now. We have plenty, but not a lot of room to actually enjoy them. I spent one entire day last week telling myself I would break my fast when I got home from work and binge on ice cream and hot fudge. But by the time I made it come, cut up all of the items for fattouche, and started dinner, it was a moot point. After dinner, yep, I went for it. I was so craving hot fudge. However, they didn't have the brand I usually buy, so I got the store brand. Let me tell you, it was a complete disappointment. The fudgy goodness was lacking, ruining the good ice cream I bought. What a pain in the ass to wait it out all day and be stuck with a crappy dessert. Oh well, I know never to buy that store brand again. Here it is Sunday, and where am I? At work  My day worker just sucks. I admit it. She shows up and doesn't steal from me, which I have to keep reminding myself, but as a worker, she SUCKS ASS! Getting her off her phone from her daily family dramas is a hardship. Getting her up off her ass is another hardship. Today, someone drove off with the nozzle still in the car.  How many people do this still amazes me. The video glitches out three times. I see him drive off and stop, get out, then it jumps to him back at his car, and somehow the hose is reattached, then it jumps, and my lazy employee is outside smoking. I cannot say if she was aware of what he did since she didn't bother to contact me. But there's a gas receipt here from that time of day.Like Fuck, seriously. What must I do to get people to understand this costs me money? Everyone is aware I have to pay for this shit, that they are required to get license plate numbers and make the brain-fogged idiots pay for this so it's not coming out of my pocket. What good does a damn receipt where she returned $5 to them do me? She's so fucking incompetent it makes me want to rip my damn hair out. And here I am, on Sunday. I'm sitting here watching as hubby tries to fix it, but it's a two-person job, which means my busiest pump is down until Monday morning, after the rush, and that's if they can change out the breakaway. I have one left in my stash, but I hate them because they are one-and-done. One drive off, the breakaway is garbage. I liked the one we used to have because it can be reattached, but the dude drove off so damn fast that he broke it. Dumbass. I hate this business, which is probably why it's a failure, making me feel like a complete failure. Now he's working on a car with an electrical issue. And I'm blogging just in the hopes of keeping up and earning that 7 day achievement blogging badge. I'll make it if it kills me  . This is day four afterall. |
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And you sure had a day worth venting about. Hope tomorrow's a better day. 
