False Alarm

Because that “Give A Damn?” Oh she’s all put back together.

I’m back to square one. Feeling manic and anxious again.

I’m really craving civilization. I’m craving a boring afternoon at Barnes and Noble with my favorite coffee steaming out of the cup. I’m craving Flaming Amy’s Burrito Barn. I’m craving the Ocean. My Jeep with the top off. (the Jeep top, not my top)

I’m craving a 9 to 5 job. A job where when I take off on weekends, I’m not sitting on my hands and feeling guilty for not being at work.

I crave a job I love. A job I can’t wait to get to. A job that doesn’t feel like work.

I want to be able to jump up out of bed in the morning with enthusiasm, instead of hitting the snooze button until the last possible second.

I want my anonymity back. I want to walk into a huge grocery store with its soothing bright lights and gleaming floors, without someone assuming I’m on duty and ready to serve them when I’m just shopping on my damn day off.

I want to be able to socialize with people who don’t associate me with my damn job, then want to sit and talk about my damn job because HELLO I just love talking about the job that I hate so much.

I want to do something I love.

I love where I live. I know I can handle the isolation if I could just do something else careerwise.

Yes, the Give A Damn is definitely fixed.

One Response

  1. Amy Says:

    Yours is fixed and mine is teetering on being broken again…I think I cracked it when I dropped my beloved purse today!

    Btw…I love that song…don’t you?

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