Today I was told that my request to be put on the seven day roster was approved. I didn’t really know how to feel about it. On the one hand, I was super stoked to hear that I will be making some extra money, we need it. On the other hand, I was kinda sad. After the three month trail, I will be permanently working 7 days.
When you are a kid, you just assume you are going to do awesome things. You listen to people tell you that you can be whatever you want, and you believe them.
But they always seemed to leave out the part about how you have to actually be able to function in a traditional classroom environment. You also need to be able to figure out what it is you want to do, and not let people convince you otherwise. You can’t get distracted by shit like girls, or drugs, or all the other stuff that you start thinking about once your balls drop.
Or else one day in the future you might end up applying to work your weekends at a job that you are starting to notice is slowly chipping away at your spirit.
i do feel honoured to be doing something that is helping other people save lives. I just can’t help thinking
“how the fuck did I end up here?”
i I bought a packet of ciggarets. In celebration of this confusing moment.
heres to not knowing what the fuck you are doing.