Sitting here waiting to leave one job in order to go to another. I know, I know... when I signed up for AmeriCorps it meant there would be some compromises involved. But little did I know I would be working 60+ hours and dealing w/the issues I typically deal with.
I think I am becoming more neurotic in my old age. Or at least things are starting to bother me more and more than they used to. Now, don't get me wrong, I feel I am a genuinely nice person (ha ha - take that STEVE!) and because of I feel this way, it cannot be a good sign that every time my coworker snaps her gum like some hooker from the Red Light District trying to talk it up w/a new trick on the corner that I want to take that piece of gum and toss it in her hair. No, not in the trash, not even like just on her ends... but right on the top of her head as close to the roots as I can get. Hmmmm, this could be the beginning of a beautiful new friendship... me and my sick fantasies of retaliation.
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