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Nov. 12th, 2003 08:13 pmIt feels like everytime I'm feeling getting somewhere in my life where I could possibly be happy. Something always comes along and stops it.
This time it's with my new job.
Not a job. A career.
I found out today that this is something that I could be fucking great at. This is something that I was born to do. A natural talent that I posess.
And now, I may not be able to continue. The fate lays in the hands of my grandma and the conversation I'm going to have with her tonight.
I have to pay for the training I'm going to receive. And it isn't cheap. It will all be refunded after I've been at the dealer for 90 days.
Fuck.
All I keep doing is crying.
Frustrating makes me break easily.
This time it's with my new job.
Not a job. A career.
I found out today that this is something that I could be fucking great at. This is something that I was born to do. A natural talent that I posess.
And now, I may not be able to continue. The fate lays in the hands of my grandma and the conversation I'm going to have with her tonight.
I have to pay for the training I'm going to receive. And it isn't cheap. It will all be refunded after I've been at the dealer for 90 days.
Fuck.
All I keep doing is crying.
Frustrating makes me break easily.
