with the bad comes the good.

FIRST BLOG!!! brings me back to when myspace and facebook came out.  Never really got into it until Heidi said "can I make you a myspace?", cuz back then she didn't have much to do.... man how life hasn't really changed. lol jk Hyde.  But, even for this I had to have her create it for me because I am not computer creative like she is.  Heidi btw is my oldest and best friend.  We have been friend for 13 years, and amazingly still friends.  I am the type of person that NEEDS to vent, and this just seemed like the perfect place to do just that!!!  My life pretty much consists of working, and don't get me wrong, I love my job, but there are things that occur there that make me want to smoke a carton of cigarettes a day!  We are not allowed to take breaks with people, we are not allowed to apparently dislike anyone, even if it is for non work related issues, all of our lunch times were changed so we can't take lunches together anymore, and sometimes I feel like exploding by the end of the week.  I work for a transportation company 40+ hours a week.  Every Monday I think to myself if I will survive to see Friday again.  Very stressful, but for some reason I enjoy what I do, just wish things were done a little differently.  People need to vent to one another especially when you work the same job and are unable to take a fucking cigarette break with someone.  I tend to find myself having a conversation with myself in my head on my breaks, which btw is not very appealing.  My room mate works there as well, so the one thing that is nice is going home and yelling at eachother about how ridiculous work was that day.  He is a supervisor though and has a way less stressful job than mine, so when he starts going off about our job, I know to just sit back and listen because in the end, no matter how bad my day was his was 10 times more stressful.  When I finally clock out at 6, I do think about how blessed my life really is and all I have.  That each day is a stepping stone to who I am and who I will one day be remembered for.  A woman we transport who I talk to all the time goes to 2 or more dr appts a day, she is wheelchair bound and has so many things wrong with her that I am too afraid to ask what they are.  Every time I talk to her though, she tells me how my kindness has made her day and how God has given obstacles to overcome because he knows she is strong enough to overcome them.  Her attitude towards life has made me realize, that there may be bad days, but with the bad comes the good.  This maybe an all over kinda blog, but it's my first one so whatevs!!!