I got the shaft

Well, I got the shaft, but what does not kill us can only make us stronger. We will see where this whole thing goes. It isn’t over yet. I can’t have done all of this in vain. Surely I did not suffer for no reason.

I’m working nights now. This is something I never imagined I would do, and am very disappointed to have been forced into it. The ladies on nights have been fantastic. They are so helpful, funny, and sympathetic to my plight. It has been nice to have their compassion and sincerity. But I still cannot help to be bitter at the whole situation.

It is so hard to fight the good fight. This thing has really made the question what is right and wrong. What is worth fighting for? What is a noble cause and what is not? I do not know if I can trust my judgment in issues of the heart. I suppose issues of the heart are never about judgment anyways, but rather about gut. So how do I know if I can trust my gut?

I think nights is going to make me irritable. I defiantly don’t need anything that can exacerbate my ability to be annoyed. I am already annoyed quite easily.

I really wish that people could step back from a situation and take an honest look at it. Would they still the same about it? If they could just break away any attachment they have, would they do something different?

I don’t know.

I don’t know about alot of things right now. But my idealistic thought that people will ultimately do the right thing has defiantly been chiseled away at.

How very disappointing it is to find one more person in this world who has no interest in doing the right thing. The easy way is always much more opportune, it seems.