Daisy’s pooped after the dog park…such is life.
And this week has been thrilling, stressful, joyful and frustrating…
In fact…I kinda feel like doing what Daisy’s doing – just slumping over a chair…and not reacting to the construction outside. I’m tempted to crawl under the covers and hope the world forgets I exist. It’s just been one of those days.
I’m tired of biting my tounge and I’m tired of having a level head…hell I’m exhausted with supressing my own ego for the sake of the “team”. Sometimes I feel like I’m back in school – back when some students would pull my professor away from the edit rooms so that she could tell them how their make-up looked on camera. Priorities people….
No matter what…I want to be dealing with this stress…and not the hopeless frustration from a job I have no real passion for…but it would be nice to hear something along the lines of …we couldn’t do this with out you…I think I’ll still be waiting on that one.
Regardless…it’s old news by now…and so it doesn’t matter.