Here I am again with a shorted check...
go to work? Get yelled at. Dont go to work? Get yelled at. Come in early? Get yelled at. Come in on time? Well you get the point.
But I wish that everyone would just understand me. Its not so much that work is getting to me but the fact that I get to watch the world spin round while Im wasting my time here, fighting to get my proper pay.
A waste of time....Im to the point where I just want to jump into the unknown and get where I need to go. This place doesnt want to pay me and Im stressing more than I should just to get a bite to eat. But hey if I spent my time in the garden, I could get my food and have much less stress. As far as rent and all that go? Id rather be homeless. Maybe that is me being minimalist though. Im ok without the proper equipment over my head seeing as I hardly have that anyway. But I dont find happiness in money, only false security. Tell me people, what is the point of having a nice home or anything like that if youre too stressed, tired, or never home to enjoy it?
So here I am, going off the tracks. The trail without the tracks is just as hard to get around and seems impossible.
Impossible
We said it was impossible to fly and all that fun stuff. We said that blacks and whites could never mix in peace. We said a lot of crazy crap was impossible...that was very possible. Maybe I wont make any money and have a crap ton of bills but at least I wont come home after a fight with management. Im my manager. Besides, Im pretty good at governing myself. I know how I think and know what I will and wont do.
Here I go...about to fly off my tracks into a heavily wooded foggy forest of unknown. Im almost as excited as I am afraid...afraid of that unknown.
