Monday, January 5, 2009
|I looked in the mirror last night, and cried.|
What's worse is that when I looked in the mirror this morning, I wanted to puke.
That's even badder.
Andrea had a 'chat' with me at work yesterday. About stuff. Unimportant stuff. And some important stuff. Like she thinks I have it in me to be a Team Leader, but I told her I don't think I have the ability to be a Team Leader.
I don't know.
I'm feeling really superly down.
And it's not really because of work.
Sure, I HATE where I work, because it is shit, and I'm not a people person, and I hate being like a slave to the public (because, admit it, that's all customer assisstants are), and I've never wanted to work in a shop.
So I'm asking myself now, 'why the fuck am I there?'
Are there times when I wish I was back at school, passed my GCSE's, actually attempted to pass my A-Levels and then gone on to university?
No way in Hell.
I've never felt the urge to go to university. I never will regret not going.
Sure, you can get a fancy degree and what-not, but when it comes down to it, how long is it going to take you to get a job you're qualified for?
I've never been one for education.
I never will be.
I've got a scratch on my arm...
That was really random.
It's most likely from Bam.
Who's just hit his chin on the corner of a box because he wasjumping all over the place like the oddball he is.
Erm... I was going to say more on my down-ness, but he's distracted me, and I've forgotten what I was going to say.
Blast, bugger and damn.