Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Tired


I wrote this in the early Fall and only just relocated it. I have a habit of starting blogs and losing the sign in info. I relocated it today and think it's pretty fitting, so here ya go


I'm tired

Tired of people telling me what to do and when to do it and why I should do it or shouldn't
I'm tired of being taken advantage of
Tired of being disregarded
Tired of being undervalued
I'm tired of working all the damn time
Tired of having nothing to do even if I did have some time off
Tired of losing my little ones to strangers, just hoping they'll give them good homes
Tired of assholes who take animals and drop them off at the park because they're tired of them and figure that they're animals they'll be fine. No they won't IDIOTS, they will end up on my doorstep, probably pregnant and I will have a new batch of babies that I have to find loving families for.
I am tired of my kids Dad not giving a shit about them anymore
Tired of having to be both parents
Tired of getting to bed late every gd night
Tired of never getting to take an actual lunch break at the day job
Tired of bullshit and drama and torment
Tired of being everyone's last choice
Tired of being such a goody goody all the time
Mostly I'm JUST TIRED..................................

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Nice To Death

Okay so this is it. I think I'm actually "nicing" myself to death. I'm being nice to everyone and anyone because that's the way I am. I really do believe that even the worst person has to have at least one grain of decent in them and I like to believe it will surface someday. But it's haunting me. Some of the people I called my friends, (hell I considered them to be almost family) are stabbing me in the back. Lipping off to anyone who will listen. It's slander and it hurts. When I heard what was being said I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and stomped all over it.

Last night I had a shift at ACC. I felt like a leper. I've done nothing but treat everyone with respect so I don't get it. I didn't ask for this promotion and was told that if I didn't take it the previous person would not be getting it back. I feel awful. I feel empty. I feel hollow and hopeless. I am exhausted, overworked, overwhelmed and deliriously unhappy. Thanks ladies.

I guess I just have to go against what is my core nature and stop being nice. Stop worrying if people are cold, or need breaks or if there's any issues that I can help with. I should stop trying to sort out deployment according to people strengths or trying to keep people apart if they don't quite mesh. I'm sorry if I try to make the work environment a pleasant place and try to make people happy to be there. Sorry if I'm a "shitty supervisor". Funny this is the first year anyone has said they were sad the Royal was over.

So this is why I'm "nicing" myself to death. Being good is detrimental to one's health. I am now having chest pains and dizzy spells because I happen to give a shit about everyone all the damn time. I guess I have to say to everyone "fuck you", I don't care, do it because I said so.

"truthfully, I don't think it'll work................................................ "

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Be Careful

It is true, be careful what you wish for….. Hero worship should be left as exactly that, “worship”, and carried out from afar. Fantasies should be left alone. Truth is, the reality is never as good as what you fantasize (or rarely).

HOW THE HELL DID I GET SO LOST?????


At what point did my life end? When does childhood fade into adulthood and then suddenly you slip into complete and total redundancy?

Monday, September 24, 2007

CLOSED FOR THE SEASON

Written after the final show of the summer concert season.

The night is over. The stage is now silenced. The crowds are gone. All that's left are the tattered remnants of a season of summer excitement. Pieces of crumpled paper are lazily blowing across the dirty concrete walkways, empty cups are scattered everywhere. The night is quiet and calm. A bittersweet end to a tumultuous summer. There is only silent scuffling of the last few exhausted staff members dragging their feet as they walk down that mist covered boardwalk for the final time this summer. It is September and it's time to go. Back to school, back to the monotony of a day job, back to the real world. Many friendships and relationships started and ended within these gates. There are stories to tell and secrets to keep but for now it's time to go….

This summer has left me feeling torn between reason and reality. Wrestling with the perception of right and wrong. Boundaries are everywhere, waiting to be broken or begging to be respected? Is it better to be the voice of reason? Is it better to be the shoulder to cry on? Is it better to be the friend in need, the 'reliable one'? I supposed it is. Inside I know it is. Still, I sit here wishing that just once I could be the one that was able to ignore the rules, break free, break the chains, chew through the ropes and run through life, uninhibited, open and vulnerable. Just once……… (or maybe twice)