Between Dates

Tomorrow I turn 22 years old. I'm all into getting tucked into my 20's and setting the whole teen angst thing aside for good. So far so good. Next thing I know I might be a real adult!

Yesterday this here Livejournal turned 3. That's right, three years of ego pimpin' and userpic.. crimping?

Let's hear it for artificial points of accomplishment! hip-hip...

A Crappy Job

This is true motivation to do something with your life. I can't believe the mis-managing and just plain and utter stupidity I've experienced here. I barely scrape through most days, my persona at work is one way transparent veil of amicability. It keeps me removed from the trashed egos without becoming detached myself and suspected low moral. That would result in less shifts and crappier tasks being assigned.

It's funny, I always thought my genius would be recognized and I'd never have to worry about my future. Blame my generation-x peers for that attitude, I suppose. But now I realize that brilliance is indeed as cheap as the dirt and you have to work your ass off to get recognized. I hope the ironic inflection comes across, I'm not really that conceited.

A simple lesson and I can only kick myself for not learning it earlier. Damn my former upper-middle class lifestyle.

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I got mashed up in 2004 for my 22nd.