PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

my shoes are an assact match

Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004
Ok…so for now…for today I am so over the top happy about just about everything in my life. I’m busier than ever, work more than ever and am absolutely exhausted beyond imagine, but inside where all the crap usually resides I have a Clorox fresh feeling.

In the last two days I have gotten TWO checks. TWO count em…TWO. Ahh but that’s what happens when you work TWO jobs for TWO separate companies who are not owned by TWO anal retentive people like my last position was. GO me. I also make ‘mo money now than I ever have in my life. Annnd….I still have two days off every week. Go me!

In addition to all this loveRRRleeNESS, everytime I email my superior about issues, he just proves over and over again that he rocks pink socks. I asked Dr. C some questions today (Dr. as in of education!) and when he replied immediately by addressing my issues and concerns like he always does I simply replied with “Thank you very much. If I had gotten the same immediate action from my ex-husband he'd still be my husband. :-) I just realized how they could be interpreted wrongly….but alas…it’s all good because Dr. C is all that.

I just realized today and whilst giving my weekly update to Sandy’ness, that I am finally on top of my game. I am seeing my doctor weekly, I am moving in the right direction where the job is concerned. I am addressing the ex issues with prowlness and I am ruling my own world. I am a college student, I have a part time job in the very same field that I’m going to study in. I am juggling and none of the balls have fallen.

I am proud of myself. I always get dunked in the shit’o life and this time, I smell good, I look good, and I feel good.

Today is a day to smile about, not because of anything except that I am proud of who I am, proud of where I’m going and proud of the fact that not only will I pay you back I’m even the kind of girl that will give you a receipt with a smile.

And on top of all of that, my fine ass shoes match my silky’esque shirt to a damn T. As though I planned like that instead of just grabbing for something to wear at 6:30 a.m. in a daze.

-PoeticaL
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