Things are looking up. I don't go to work feeling like I'm walking in front of a firing squad just waiting with bated breath for someone to pull the trigger. For a few days there I really resented the situation that I was in and wanted every day to end as quickly as possible. But through it all, the music still felt as good as it ever did. That must count for something.
So wrong, so long, so helpless. It's times like these when I start to feel really homesick. And I also start to think that I'd be okay as a manager at Starbucks or something. Maybe I take work too personally, but after putting so much into it, how can I not? If things get any worse, I don't think I'll be able to stand it.
