Let me get this right

Now, from what I hear, one's job should not make them seethe with rage, thus making them literally burn rubber hauling ass out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with both a Fed-Ex semi and a cement truck? Is this correct? Because if so, I guess I'm doing it wrong. *headdesk*

To be fair, karma's been pretty active the last couple of days. My neighbors downstairs *happy wave* got evicted yesterday, through no fault of mine. Which means I'm all alone in the building again. Yay. Also, Biff got his first and second write-up. The first one was for not following LP procedures, and the second is because since he started, he's been on time ONCE. He got caught taking four cigarette breaks in an hour, including smoking out the back door (fire door) which is a huge no-no. And as I was leaving today, he was getting reamed on the phone by our LP DM for losing the store's new key fobs. Not that I'm laughing. Because that would incur the wrath of said Karma. Merely observing.

Now I think I'll go watch the Dead Poets Society. yay!

Oh captain, my captain.

Amazing how that movie never fails to make my jaw drop and my chest flutter in inspiration.

There are a thousand things I want to say. A hundred descriptions about what I'm feeling and not feeling. Words tripping over words and sentences crashing into one another. Thoughts buzzing and emotions dashing. Instead I sit here at the keyboard finding a million ways to say I am stumped.

Anyone got some prompts they could toss my way? I'm cracking my literary knuckles here.

In the meantime, I'm headed to J&C's for a haircut and meal. Honestly - how did I survive before I met them? Honestly, on a serious note, I don't know how I would have gotten through everything were it not for them.