fuck this job.com

Every Friday, I try to wash away the mistake I made working a job I shouldn't have taken. I'm overwhelmed. It's a good job, but it's too much responsibility. I thought I could handle it, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe I worry too much.

Nevertheless, it's experience. I want to get out of there and I'm trying. I'm being very cautious though and that caution is taking a lot of time for anything to happen. I don't want to rush into a bad situation like I did here and now.

But Friday nights, I'm still wound up. I hang with my pals and we go out and do whatever single guys in their mid to late 20s do. Most of these guys are only OKAY with their jobs, but its tolerable. For me, I cannot stand it which is why not a day goes by my mind is constantly working towards doing just that: ESCAPING.

I was never very religious, but shit man - I'm praying and I'm not afraid to tell people...lol. Not that its a bad thing, but I just can't believe what this gig is doing to me. I mean I'm not going to flip out and murder anyone or anything, but it's made me apprehensive and nervous.

I spoke at length to one of my friend's fathers whose been in the same business/industry the past 7 years. And let me tell you, after talking to him, I was able to let go and enjoy the rest of my weekend.

Up until Sunday afternoon evening and night. Cuz it's always in the back of your head...ha.

And now, I'm off to bed. To wake up at 5am and struggle to face another week of Hell. To my fellow fthisjob'ers...stand strong. It's only 96 hours to Friday afternoon.