Janurary nears an end.

30Jan/090

Wow, could I be more exhausted?

Today I was given the day off by my assistant manager. He volunteered to come in early so that I could stay home for one day. I asked him last night if I was a good manager, he just simply said, "Yeah, but you have no luck." This comes about with me losing an employee, I now have 2 employees, in a store thats suppose to have 5. My body and mind can't work any more hours to make up that difference, I'm just too drained.

I'll be taking my GRE's in a couple more weeks, hopefully I'll be able to move on to something better down the road.

I found a new blog to distract myself with, has some nice words, but whats the point it doesn't change my world, just my mind.

Why are your words so cool?
Why am I so enticed?

Your heart is a lot like my hands,
they're both cold right now,
but we both know if we hold them together.

The warmth will return.

I've walked away, but I'm at a point where I've mistakenly looked back.
I read your words with more vigor and intent to hold on to evidence of a dream,
all to justify the burns I've recieved.

You watched it all unfold as a statue would watch a city burn.
You write your words with talk of dreams, plans, and logic.

We're in a cycle of regret and rhetoric
never completely able to disconnect because neither has really done anything wrong.

We both look to the other of inspiration and company.
Company of loneliness, and toil.

We're just confused, and scared to be the one injured.
I keep putting myself out there, taking the risks, hoping you realize I won't do any harm, because I have as much to lose as you.