- Dale Carnegie
I'm not starting this post with that quote for any particular reason, just in case you were wondering.It just sounded like a good quote to use today. Of course, I suppose subconsciously I'm using it for a reason, but I couldn't for the life of me tell you why. I'm trying to find something in my mind to write about. So this might just be a long series of strange and abruptly cut off thoughts. That's alright though, because writing is a muscle that needs to be flexed occasionally, if not daily. We're at Starbucks today, Sweetness and I. We've been here for a while. I tried ordering Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life online and decided that I'll just wait until I have more money or find it in a store somewhere. That's fine with me. I really want it. I do. But I am honestly poor and can't afford to spend money on really old video games. (video games period, actually.) I know I should be applying for various places that I haven't already applied for. Like Taco Bell, Starbucks, QFC, Safeway. Jobs that I previously had no desire to obtain whatsoever.
And to be completely honest with you, I still have no desire. Unfortunately however, I need a job. I need steady income so that my female and I can find an apartment (or a house) to rent that is to her liking. I really don't have an opinion on where we live as long as she's happy with it. She wants to share a bedroom? Fine. Wants two bathrooms? Awesome. Demands a full kitchen, a den, and a studio? By all means. Whatever she wants, I strive to get for her. I know that I often take far too long to get things or do things and it frustrates her.
In my defense, or excuse, whichever you see it as, I am a slow moving creature. I very rarely feel the need to rush for any reason. I don't like fast. I prefer slow and deliberate (in most areas of life, not all) I enjoy fine attention to detail and I am known to be very exact about certain things. I have taken up making abstract art in Paint (the program) and Sweetness looks over my shoulder while I'm zoomed in on the itty-bitty pixels, filling in white spaces and fine tuning things and she shakes her head. Sweetness! My perfectionist doll! She shakes her head. I can't help but laugh. I'm finally being anal about something. The tables are turned! In any case, ranting at you about this has made me a tab bit more willing to fill out applications to work at places I hate.
C'est la vie,
Sacred Secret
