Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Hi, I'm Shannon!
The other day I was walking down the street to a neighbor's house and this guy pulls up in a late model Caddilac and asks if I wanted to go to a party. Now, I don't normally talk to strangers in old cars and I flatly told him No. He persisted. Not to be rude, I stood there for a minute and listened to what he had to say. When he was done with his schpiel, I pretended to stretch with my hands in the air so he could catch a glimpse of my concealed carry High Point 9mm handgun strapped in its holster around my belt loop.

I'm a smart girl. I don't leave home without my 9mm. A little bulky at times, not as concealable as my Ruger LCP .380, but it does make for a good flash under my t-shirt. These are dangerous times and a girl's got to know how to take care of herself. *wink, wink*

Ever After

There's no such thing as "happily ever after". Every relationship requires work.

I've been in a funk lately. Can't seem to pull myself out of it.

I've been busy since the last time I posted. For one thing, the Director resigned and we've had no one in charge to oversee the daily workings of the facility. I've grown more and more distrustful of my coworkers, so much so that I've blocked a few of them from my phone. I've never had to do this before and I think its for the better. One instance, two people whom I've come to trust had a falling out.

I think there was a personal vendetta going on there.

I don't know what has gotten into people nowadays. It seems the company encourages them to turn each other in for minor infractions. I couldn't do that to those whom I call friends.

Once you've wronged me, it takes an eternity to gain my trust back.

In other news, I've moved to a new apartment and I'm working out and going to the gym more frequently. Something to do to pass time.

Isolation is the oxygen mask your children breathe to survive

I isolate a lot. Can't help it. People get on my nerves. They irritate the crap out of me. So, whenever I get home, I usually stay there and only venture out if I have something absolutely necessary to do. Maybe if I'm lucky, a friend will call and I'll go meet her somewhere but that rarely happens since I don't have many friends to begin with.

Work interferes with a lot of things including friendships.

I turned my facebook account on for the first time in two months. Too much drama on there and I lose connection with the people that I do have as friends. Mostly because some of them just spam my feeds with emo crap. Like they've broken up with their significant others and have a need to broadcast to the world their heart breaks.

I don't care. Maybe that's why I'm not on there much.

On another note, I turned down three extra shifts this week. My leg needed to heal so I ignored my phone the past three days. Its still sore. And somewhat painful.

LAB Rules

My work schedule starts on the weekend so my actual days off are during the week. As I was reading my book while sitting on this guy, Melissa comes thru the door and as soon as she sees me, she drops her head to the floor without saying Hi or greeting me. That gives me the impression that she's ashamed of herself or some guilty feeling. I'm at the point of indifference or disgust with her presence.

LAB makes me feel good about myself. She calls herself The Fat Lady, but she's actually more man than woman. LAB is cool as hell and I love working with her cuz she makes me laugh and vice versa. She made me realize, er come to an epiphany the other night: there's lots of fish out there and all this time, I had blinders on. She even shared her food with me when she didn't have to.

People have been referring to me as "muscular" and "built" but I don't know what they're talking about about. I mean, I go to work and do my job and these compliments just seem to pop up out of nowhere. I did tell LAB that I got her back if shit were to ever go down. I love working with LAB cuz she makes the shift enjoyable and even though we'll get some crazy nights, she doesn't beat around the bush like the others do.

Wing Commander

So the Director tells me that I should take the Outsider under my wing and teach him the ropes. And also tells me that I should try to be nicer to people. Uh huh. I take this kid and tell him how its like on the 2nd and 3rd shifts. He seems to pick up well.

He's learning quick. I feel like a proud mother hen. I think the Outsider is grateful that I'm teaching him that he bought me lunch and breakfast. He also told me more of his home life.

I think the Outsider will do good things if he lasts...

I have 116 hours as of today. I'm happy, yet tired.