In unrelated news I really hate my job. Last week we had a new person start the is a friend of the owners family and she got started out at 50 cents and hour less than me. Sure I shouldn't care since I am making more, but I also do a hell of a lot more work than she will be doing on top of having already worked there a year and having a college degree I feel that I am getting the short end of a stick. I am stuck at the moment though, part of the pains of buying a house. I can't change jobs until the house closes or I risk losing my loan and therefore the house. So it wont be until the end of december or the beginning of january until I can effectivly look for a new job. I sure do hate bitching about money but I didn't go to school for five years to make $22,000 a year. Fuck work.
I went to dinner with a friend the other night and something struck me as rather odd. I was talking to him at is apartment after dinner and have noticed just how far apart we have grown over the last year. I know my life has become much MUCH different since I have been in a serious relationship, but with this particular friend it is not completely my fault that we have grown apart. He and I have very different goals in life. I never thought that I would be the one that was slightly serious and (dare I say it)....grown up but it appears to be that way. What the fuck happend? I remember writing past journal entries about how being serious sucks.
Anyways, I better get to bed so I can wake up early to go to a job that I hate. I need to join a fight club or something. Money just plain sucks. It doesn't really exist anyway, all I ever see are numbers on a computer screen.