I am so tired. So tired. It hurts actually. I am so tired and I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I just need to say no. Today I am working a full day, my second job, and then my friend is going to be here so how am I going to pick him up and take care of him? I just need to say no. NO! No, I can't pick you up from the bus station and take care of you and feed you and give you a power tour of Philly. NO, I can't work until 1:30am making baskets because they are due tomorrow and you don't have the man power to do something so crazy. No, I can't have a heart to heart and tell you everything that I am thinking and feeling (truth be told, I don't have time to think or feel). No, I can't hold your hand while you make plans for your event, that's not my job. No, I can't come to NY on my one day off! No, I can't be the one who carries the conversation all of the time. The problem is that, if I weren't so tired, I could LOVE to do all of the above. Right now I have nothing to offer. I can't do it and I have to say no!
In other news, I went to the teeny bopper event of the year last night.
Here was the line up: The Fray, Nelly Furtado, Nick Lachey, Pussycat Dolls, Rihanna, Hulk Hogan, JOJo, Chingy and Mario. It was hilarious. I ate and drank WAY too much. It was so fun. When we were driving over, everyone was like...you are no good, what's the problem? Do you have a bad attitude or something? I was just so tired but once I got in, it was on. I danced my heart out. (I did take a nap or two inbetween sets which everyone got a kick out of and wont let me live it down)
One final rant. I am not made to work. I'm not. That's all there is to it. I love NOT working. However, my life circumstance requires that I work, at least for now and that's fine. I get up every morning, put on my big girl clothes and do the job. That does not make me a professional. Just now I had to give an interview for pool director. I suck at managining. I do, I don't like it and I'm not good at it. I am good at making people feel good about themselves, and asking questions, and being hospitable and so on, but I am NOT good at being a professional.
In other news, I went to the teeny bopper event of the year last night.
Here was the line up: The Fray, Nelly Furtado, Nick Lachey, Pussycat Dolls, Rihanna, Hulk Hogan, JOJo, Chingy and Mario. It was hilarious. I ate and drank WAY too much. It was so fun. When we were driving over, everyone was like...you are no good, what's the problem? Do you have a bad attitude or something? I was just so tired but once I got in, it was on. I danced my heart out. (I did take a nap or two inbetween sets which everyone got a kick out of and wont let me live it down)
One final rant. I am not made to work. I'm not. That's all there is to it. I love NOT working. However, my life circumstance requires that I work, at least for now and that's fine. I get up every morning, put on my big girl clothes and do the job. That does not make me a professional. Just now I had to give an interview for pool director. I suck at managining. I do, I don't like it and I'm not good at it. I am good at making people feel good about themselves, and asking questions, and being hospitable and so on, but I am NOT good at being a professional.
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