A bit of levity...

I'll be damned.

In spite of the prognosis, my grandmother is on the mend. While the stroke has become more apparent on her left side, she's now out of bed, building decent momentum in her wheelchair, and even wanting to be around people. I swear, her resiliency is absolutely inspiring. I'm honestly a little honored just to have a quarter of those genes floating about in me. I'm also thankful my next blog wasn't about dealing with her death.

We've got her for a bit longer yet.

It's also a glorious reminder of how short and fleeting life can be.

Could I be more of a stereotype? Probably.

Live, Laugh, Love

Fuck, Marry, Kill

Work seems like it's getting worse by the day. Some of it is just the unhappiness of my coworkers and my own willingness to feed off of it. It's something to work on to be sure, but management isn't really helping their case. It's difficult to really believe they have any idea of what they're doing--assuming of course that their goal isn't to drive away the employees they already have. If it is their goal, well I suppose they're doing a pretty good job.

More than anything, it's that same message I've been handed time and time again: I need to get out of this industry and I need to figure out how to get paid to do what I love. I want my bills paid, I'd like to buy a video game or two, and I'd like to feel safe. I'm not the most complex of people and my desires aren't crazy. I'm so, so tired of spending so much of my time working for others' successes. It's a shit way to live.

Dicks for listening!