Boring Me...

Whenever I'm in my ranting mood - which is every day - I always tell my friends (about the only people who can stand my ranting) that I'm in the wrong business. Customer service is all about being nice. And anyone can tell you that I'm not cut out to be nice and yet I'm here - in the business of being nice. Or so I thought. Some of the people I can't seem to vibe with are in this business. I don't know if it's just me or it's really them, but just for the sake of argument let's say it's them... does that mean I actually belong here?

Am I confusing you? Or am I sounding confused to you? No matter... whichever it is, I'm sure I can work it out and if I can't... does it really matter?

Pardon my haziness. I haven't taken any drugs to make me sound like this. I just sound like this before I do something I usually don't like to do - go to class. Which is fitting because I've never been a good student. I'm smart enough, intelligent enough, but I never seemed to care enough about going to school. I took it for granted. I could give you ten good reasons why I stopped being the achiever I was in elementary school, but it's just gonna bore you. The real dilemma is... I have class in 1.5 hours and I've been absent for three days now. I'm not hating it. It's just boring me.

Now I'm boring me...