Sometimes I wonder where you go during the day… your little errands that turn into an all day event.  Five minutes here, five minutes there… 3 hours later you come back as if nothing happened.  Meanwhile, I am here.  Worried.  Not about you; your safety or well being.  

No.  

I am worried that when you return I might not be here.  

3 weeks ago, Comments (View)

I am growing increasingly frustrated at J.’s total incompetence and lack of anything that might even be considered close to professionalism.  He complains and complains and bitches and moans about how he needs more money.  More money to pay this bill or to buy this thing that will change his life or more money to take this trip which is just what he needs to get back on track.  So, I present him with the opportunity to make some money.  Granted, it is not enough but it is something more than what he had… and further more, I’ve done 95% of the work.  It is looked at and poorly critiqued.  So poorly in fact that I doubt (in fact, I know) he hasn’t read it at all.  It ends up in a heap on the floor along with his other great money making opportunities and thats where it will stay until he wakes up from his nap.  
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