Feeling in such turmoil today.

I like my job because they're lax about things like punctuality, absences or monitoring my work.

But I'm starting to feel some kind of moral obligation to myself, basically I'm starting to hear Commercials for The Red Cross and The Peace Corps in my head.

I don't work for an evil empire, or even for bad people. They provide a service, etc, etc. But my office manager came up to me earlier and said something to me about business being slow, and I felt my stomach turn. This business brings in MANY millions of dollars a year, with goverment and military contracts, along with all the commercial orders. I'm struggling to pay my bills, I make next to nothing and don't have insurance. Unfortunately, I make 80 dollars more per month than what the state requires to qualify for any kind of health coverage.

I guess I don't know how much longer I can sit by and watch upper management snake sales out from under crystal, who has a house payment and a car payment to make or coline, who has a 9 year old boy to raise and can't even afford daycare.

Mr. O makes more money in a month than i'll ever see in a year. These people eat, sleep, and breathe money. And I just get this nagging feeling that there's more to life than that.

Like...lasagna.

Jem on DVD.

White wine spritzers.

Hotel California

Foster Falls

The smells of Photo Labs and Dry Cleaners.

Cookies.

Valentines

Owen Wilson

Toenail Polish

Taco Pie

Green Grass

Swimming

Breezes

Hedgehogs

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