So I have thoughts pretty much on a regular basis. Really clever things that I think I would like to share. This also stems from spending hours every day cleaning up after people.

And so goes my life.

I feel like everything is for good experience. Mostly good. Good in terms of, 'wow I learned ___ from this dreadful experience.' (in that case, it's obviously a BAD experience) Gives me a story to tell and something to rant about.. And you should really know that I like a good rant and rave on occasion.

In this current brain pattern, I forgo my previous insights that I will have to get to at a later date with this..

I hate girls. Girls suck. I have been dropped into the high school-two faced girl mentality.. One of which I abhor and would love to be rid of. One of the girls I work with actually has a "frenemy." I never thought they actually were legit, but no.. that's what she actually calls her. I feel like that is my work place. We all visually get along but there is something ebbing away at the facade. I've realized that they put up with each other because they have to work together. Can't have an awkward working environment so we might as well be super friendly to each while simultaneously trash talking them to other co-workers. Like I said, it's high school mentality all over again. And for me if I had such an issue with my work place I would find other work which is my current quest. Because I'll be honest, I like where I work for the most part. The hours kind of suck but it's not bad. My problem is the fake friendships and niceties.

I'm hitting a point where I don't even know if this makes sense. I'm just tired of being sworn at by my co-worker. I'm tired of crude/crass conversation. I am tired of the biting mockery. I've been here like 2 months. I need to figure out what is my good in this experience. Patience? Maybe. Learning how to work with different kinds of people? Good possibility. Fingers crossed. Hmm.

I'm making a fairy house. It's actually turning out better than I thought it would. Pictures once I finish it.

I have 53 minutes left of Jane Eyre. Oh, how will it end. (Thursday has done her deed, btw. Jane has returned to Thornfield. Well done, Thurs.)