Dear Blog,
...horribly, horribly neglected blog,
I have so much happening in my life here in the bitter cold world of Minneapolis that I couldn't possibly know where to begin.
The biggest thing on my plate right now, unfortunately, is my job, and I'm going to talk to you about that for awhile, starting by saying a big FUCK YOU. Fuck you, job, for making me hate theater, hate the holidays, hate older people, hate children and families, hate wine, hate haute cuisine (and faux-haute cuisine), hate food in general, hate people I used to like; for bringing my patience level to an absolute zero; for not trying -- AT ALL; for breaking me financially, emotionally, spiritually, breaking me in every way possible.
I'm struggling right now, blog, and I'm struggling a lot. I'm fighting for positivity, optimism, perseverance, reason, and gratitude, among other things. The fact that I'm fighting for them as strongly as I am says a lot about how much I've grown up through all of this, and I did that through this job.
New possibilities emerge from the awful wreckage that is a dying restaurant, and they are, for lack of a better word, infinite at the moment. A new era is approaching in the life of Anniemosity... I'm on the verge of bigger and better things, and as much as I know I will not be able to completely turn my back on the last two years, I'm fighting so hard to have the option to do so.
I will forever be grateful to this godforsaken place for the people that it has brought into my life. Reflecting on who I may not have met if I would have quit the first thousand times is a startling thought, as a good number of them have become people I depend on regularly for stability, friendship, solace, and a zillion other things.
I don't understand how or why I continue to acquire and stay at all of these awful jobs, but at this particular point in my "professional" life, I am at an all-time rock bottom, so things naturally must go up. Ups and downs, highs and lows, balances happen, they really do.
Wish me luck at 11am tomorrow, but you probably won't need to, because Harvey Dent makes his own luck, and so does Anniemosity.
I have so much happening in my life here in the bitter cold world of Minneapolis that I couldn't possibly know where to begin.
The biggest thing on my plate right now, unfortunately, is my job, and I'm going to talk to you about that for awhile, starting by saying a big FUCK YOU. Fuck you, job, for making me hate theater, hate the holidays, hate older people, hate children and families, hate wine, hate haute cuisine (and faux-haute cuisine), hate food in general, hate people I used to like; for bringing my patience level to an absolute zero; for not trying -- AT ALL; for breaking me financially, emotionally, spiritually, breaking me in every way possible.
I'm struggling right now, blog, and I'm struggling a lot. I'm fighting for positivity, optimism, perseverance, reason, and gratitude, among other things. The fact that I'm fighting for them as strongly as I am says a lot about how much I've grown up through all of this, and I did that through this job.
New possibilities emerge from the awful wreckage that is a dying restaurant, and they are, for lack of a better word, infinite at the moment. A new era is approaching in the life of Anniemosity... I'm on the verge of bigger and better things, and as much as I know I will not be able to completely turn my back on the last two years, I'm fighting so hard to have the option to do so.
I will forever be grateful to this godforsaken place for the people that it has brought into my life. Reflecting on who I may not have met if I would have quit the first thousand times is a startling thought, as a good number of them have become people I depend on regularly for stability, friendship, solace, and a zillion other things.
I don't understand how or why I continue to acquire and stay at all of these awful jobs, but at this particular point in my "professional" life, I am at an all-time rock bottom, so things naturally must go up. Ups and downs, highs and lows, balances happen, they really do.
Wish me luck at 11am tomorrow, but you probably won't need to, because Harvey Dent makes his own luck, and so does Anniemosity.




















