Take Me Home, Country Roads

I am reporting from Tulare...woohoo! I drove down yesterday morning and I will be here until next Monday. It is nice to see my parents, the animals, and friends. Temperature wise, it's a tad warmer than OC, but then again, there's no humidity, so it feels the same to me.

I really needed a vacation...work is starting to be just too much to deal with sometimes. It's like nothing pleases anyone there. I could levitate in mid-air and no one would be impressed. I really need a new way to deal with things at work because trying to come into work with positive attitude and not let things get to me is not working. I suppose with more work experience, doing that sort of thing becomes easier, but I am not sure how to do that for myself. Sunday, I was told, that my friend at work influences me...so basically, I dislike my boss, dislike my job, talk back a little bit and actually stand up for myself because I see her doing it. What the hell is that about? I admit that I need to pick my battles and that I have acted immaturely in some situations, but I am not being influenced. I'm glad the bosses at work feel I am so impressionable. I dunno, am I that impressionable? What is so bad about defending your actions or trying to explaining yourself instead of just saying, "Yes, sir, I'll get right on that," or some other bullshit answer? I just know I need to find a way to deal with stuff like this because I know it isn't a retail thing, it's a work thing and I will experience it throughout my life.

In other news, I bought 311 tickets! They are playing in LA on Sept. 8th. I wasn't planning on going for a few reasons, but then I heard some ads on the radio for it and it just about killed me. They're playing at the Greek Theatre, which I hear is an awesome venue. I am also excited because they have actual seating, so there will be no crowding and pushing...that's what I'm hoping anyway. But going to 311 also means no Nascar race Labor Day Weekend...why can't I be made of money?

My roommate seems to think that her brother may like me...it would figure, finally a guy who might like me and he's 13. The world is cruel, I tell you...cruel.

Thank you again for enduring yet another bitch session involving my job...I talk about it way too much, I know...but then again, my life is pretty much just work. Now, for some Honey Nut Cherrios.