Time to change, hopefully for the better

YES! I got a new job. It's not really that great compared to my previous job but the pay and hours are slightly better.

A switch from 2nd shift to 1st shift might irk me at first but eventually, I'll get used to it.

Unrelated note: This is my 100th post! According to blogger, I've been here since Feb. 2008
Haha, 3 years and finally made it to 100.

I concur

Diana: Hey, I got a present for you.

Me: What, why? What's the occasion?

Diana: It's your going away present.

Me: Aww, you didn't have to do that.

Diana: I know but I still want to. Just promise me that if you plan on giving it away, give it to someone that will take care of it. Don't sell it in the black market either.

Me: Oh wow, are you giving me a baby?

Diana: Oh, it's way better than a baby. Haha, listen to me, so materialistic.

Never Fails

They seem to be constantly appearing in my life. Starting to get a little old. Tired of trying to find ways to get around them or find a new road completely.

Love the message that the creator of this photo has given.

"It's not easy to remember that a road block is not the end of the world."

Sometimes it feels like it though.

The Dirty Note(s)

About a week ago, I gave an envelope to Alex at work and told him that it was a really dirty note and to not let anyone read it. I was joking, what was really inside the envelope was four dollars that I owed him. Later on that day, he came up to me and jokingly told me that he was disappointed that it didn't turn out to be a dirty note. As he was walking away, I explained loudly (idiot) that it technically was a note...and that it was dirty. Turned my head and noticed that another co-worker was looking at me but I didn't think anything of it because in my head, this was all innocent. It is innocent! I was joking. But she had no idea what I was talking about. She actually thought I wrote a dirty note.

See? It is a note. And I highly doubt there's a clean dollar bill out there. Well, except for those newly printed ones.

Eventually word got out to another co-worker of mine.
Months ago, he told me that he liked me and was wondering if I wanted to be his girl. I told him that I only wanted to be friends. At first I thought he was genuine. But as time passed on, I realized that he's only lusting over me. I'm upset over this dying friendship but I digress.

Couple of days later, Melvin came up to me and loudly stated, "I heard something about you! When I heard, I started to laugh and thought no way."

Me: Pshh, yeah right. (I'm invisible at work, no one notices me so I seriously thought he was lying.)

Melvin: No for real.

Me: Ok, tell me what you heard.

Melvin: Is it true? (His eyes shifted to the side.)

Me: Is what true? What are you talking about?

Melvin: (whispering) Follow my eyes. (eyes shifted to the side again.)

So I slowly turned my head and saw Alex. Realizing what he was talking about, I started to laugh and shook my head no.

Me: I think I know who told you.

Melvin: Who?

Me: You tell me.

Melvin: Call me later.


Heh, over this crap? No thanks, not worth the phone call. Besides, it's obvious to me who talked. I was just wondering if anyone else knew about it.

Later on that day, Melvin sent me a text. He asked if Alex and I are an item. I replied that we are really good friends. After all of this, seems like Melvin acts differently towards me now. Jealous maybe? I don't know.

Gosh, can I pass "dirty notes" in peace? >.>

1 out of 3

Finally know where I stand in his life.

I am one out of three people that he cares about the most.

The other two are in his family.

This makes me feel so special.

It's good to know that I'm not the only neurotic chick in this world. Sure as hell feels like it though.

Obviously, the reason for feeling alone in this hell is because no one really talks about their problems. Most just repress it, hide it and does a very excellent job doing so. I try but at times, my facial expressions and body language tends to give me away.

I look at myself as this pathetic lost soul that seems to be constantly going in wrong, confusing directions with every step I take. Don't know where my life is going. There's no point in making plans. They never seem to turn out the way I want them to. Might as well go with the flow now. That's how life supposed to be, right?

I've had you so many times

but somehow I want more.


This is (probably) destructive for my mental health
and should stop but I won't.
You're my poison of choice.