Pretty fricking pissed. Just noticed that I have TWO scheduled on-call shifts over the summer. We're only supposed to be on call once every 10 months or so. Sorry, but I'm not getting shafted on two summer shifts. What a crock of shite.
Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting.
“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…”
Overwhelmed; scared; my jaw hurts a little; happy; very, very happy. Confused.
I'm getting passionate emotions out of an INTJ friend of mine. I never imagined myself in a position where someone actually likes me for me. It doesn't feel real.