Can today be over yet? Today was my Monday, and if you’ve
ever worked in a call center, you know that they suck the life out of you. Kind
of like babies… Or puppies. You know, from what I’ve heard. I’d NEVER say that
about Marceline (help, she can sense what I’m typing!). Immediately after
leaving my soul-sucking job, I had to go to the doctor’s office and wait
forty-five minutes for them to tell me that my test results came back normal.
Let me just clarify here, I love my job. You know, sometimes I actually get to
feel like I’m helping people. I love the people that I work with. They make me
laugh, and keep my mood up all day. It’s just the people who scream “God damn,
you’re a fucking idiot!” and sitting in a chair for eight hours with like, no
break from that. That part sucks. I always wanna say “yeah, I’m pretty sure YOU’RE
the fucking idiot. I was trained on this for what felt like half of my life!”
But then I’d lose my job. So I just smile and try not to grit my teeth as I say
“I completely understand” just to have them tell me I’m basically not a human
so I can’t understand emotions. I like helping people. Even if it’s not
anything big. Hugging a total random stranger when I see them bawling as hard
as they can. Buying someone a water from the vending machines when they can’t
afford to. Stuff like that. It’s not anything big, but I’ve learned that things
like that can mean the world to someone. But, you know, I don’t want to have
this job forever. Really what I want is to be independently wealthy and just
sit on the from porch eating bon-bons and drinking iced tea. But, every morning
I wake up beautiful instead of rich (ha!), so I guess that’s not actually gonna
happen anytime soon. It’s not so much that I want to be rich. I just want to be
stable, I guess you could call it. I look at my mom and, even though she
struggles to make ends meet, she still does it. She’s never late on any of her
bills. She drives a nice car, and has a nice house, and still has some money to
get some things she wants. I mean, she can’t buy everything she wants. That’s
what I want. Also, I want money to be able to travel and get tattoos, which mom
doesn’t really want. She’s afraid of flying, and says she “can’t find anything
she likes enough to live with forever.”
We’re polar opposites in that aspect. They put me to sleep,
comfort me. Speaking of which, I’m adding on to my side piece tonight. If you
guessed that it has something to do with Disney, you’re totally right. I think
I’m becoming more obsessed every day. Seriously. This is the third time in less
than 24 hours that I’ve watched Tangled. I think I need help. A twelve step program.
But at the same time, I just want to whip out my Disney coloring books and
crayons and make a fort. Anyone with me, or do you LIKE being adults? Also,
last night, the boyfriend and I were talking last night about having a Disney
Princess themed wedding, either Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel. Yes, you read
that right. Don’t worry, I’m still making him wait until we’ve been dating at
least 6 years. But it is kind of fun to think about. I even found a castle we
could get married in. And they have princess inspired engagement rings.
If you look at the boyfriend, he definitely looks the most
like Prince Adam. You know, once he’s not a beast anymore. Longish hair, sharp
features, all that beautiful shit. And then there’s the Tangled idea. The
boyfriend apparently has a thing for blondes (I’ve been a brunette almost the
entire time I’ve known him. Occasional crazy colors were thrown in, too). Also,
Rapunzel is barefoot the whole movie and I hate wearing shoes.
We don’t have any plans set in stone, at all, but it’s fun
to dream about my happily ever after. Also, if anyone knows of a twelve step
program for Disney addiction, let me know.
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