Remember when you made those rules, those lines you would not 'by any means' step over? Remember when you broke them? Well I've reached that point. Snobbery stops here.
I told myself I'd never work for 'the man' the 'fat cats' of the retail industry. I told myself I'd never be living at home again, and I told myself I wouldn't settle yet.
Having just gotten in from a 6.30am - 2pm work shift I felt inclined to rant.
Well, these things happened, and are now digging me deeper into a hole I can't see out of. Sure to many people these things aren't so bad, and hell, they're not. It's just something I said I'd never do.
The fact that I'm writing about it means I want change, and that change will happen. I'll be damned if I spend another year of my life telling people where the eggs are, or what the difference between a chicken leg and a chicken drumstick is. Read a god damn book, watch the discovery channel, and get off my case.
My artistic temperament is failing me. The most choice and rebellion I get at work is re-writing instructions and drawing faces on boxes of doughnuts.
End of rant.
