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Happy Mediums

Sometimes people I am required to deal with and I do not see things in the same light...we're not on the same page...we don't see eye to eye. But since I'm a kindred soul, I make whole hearted attempts to meet them in the middle...go halfsies....find a happy medium.

Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be working and I end up with the shaft.

Due to my unsuccessful attempts at "working it out", I spend most of my waking hours either:
A) devising an evil (or not so evil) plan for my escape
B) convincing myself it could be worse
C) sulking and wallowing in self pity

I have come up with a number of feasible and not-so-feasible not evil/semi-evil/evil plans including:
A) quit and go back to school
B) find a new job
C) nerve up and play hardball

Ok, so none of them are evil. Or even semi-evil for that matter. But I'm working on it.
The problem is they all have a catch:
A) if Travis gets a job with benefits
B) I live in NW Iowa, there's lots of recent layoffs, and a general lack of positions paying close to what I currently make
C) I risk getting treated worse, or fired

My hubby says I should use the anger I've pent up as motivation to exercise (well, he actually said "get pissed and run"), however the thought of working out is almost as bad as the situation to begin with, so his advice remains unutilized.

Thus, I have taken the advice of a renowned scholar and started a blog.
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  1. GravesFebruary 2, 2009 at 2:23 PM

    "Renowned scholar"...aw shucks!!

    Already loving the blog!! Best way to handle a shitty job!!

    Keep it coming!!

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