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Artist of the week: October Fall
Not really much to update. I've been up since 5 this morning, chainsmoking and drinking toxic levels of coffee. I'm anxious because I still haven't gotten my offer. I shouldn't be worried because I have the job, it just comes down to money at this point. The fact is, anything more than what I'm making right now is good, right? But should I accept an offer that I feel is too low? Because then I'm basically agreeing to work underpaid.
I'm also really worried about Tom. He's struggling right now to find his way, discover who he is, and establish his own life seperate from his overbearing (in my opinion) nazi parents. They're the kind of christians that say he's screwing up his life and that God doesn't love him anymore...because he smokes. He told me last night that he feels like he's becoming the problem child that parents don't talk about. How can I tell him and make him understand that he shouldn't worry about that? By all means, respect your parents, but you can only live their life for so long before you have to live your own. What I wish I could do is meet these people face to face and tell them, clearly, how much they're screwing with his head. What scares me is that in this hypothetical situation, I doubt they'd much care.
Anyway, lots of fun stuff on my mind this morning. I think maybe I'll try to go back to sleep. We have inventory at work tonight, and I really feel like being near Tom right now.
Not really much to update. I've been up since 5 this morning, chainsmoking and drinking toxic levels of coffee. I'm anxious because I still haven't gotten my offer. I shouldn't be worried because I have the job, it just comes down to money at this point. The fact is, anything more than what I'm making right now is good, right? But should I accept an offer that I feel is too low? Because then I'm basically agreeing to work underpaid.
I'm also really worried about Tom. He's struggling right now to find his way, discover who he is, and establish his own life seperate from his overbearing (in my opinion) nazi parents. They're the kind of christians that say he's screwing up his life and that God doesn't love him anymore...because he smokes. He told me last night that he feels like he's becoming the problem child that parents don't talk about. How can I tell him and make him understand that he shouldn't worry about that? By all means, respect your parents, but you can only live their life for so long before you have to live your own. What I wish I could do is meet these people face to face and tell them, clearly, how much they're screwing with his head. What scares me is that in this hypothetical situation, I doubt they'd much care.
Anyway, lots of fun stuff on my mind this morning. I think maybe I'll try to go back to sleep. We have inventory at work tonight, and I really feel like being near Tom right now.
