Childish individuls at work

Ahh, good ol UPS. The lights are bright, the smell of jet fuel fills the air, and I’m inside a dusty truck with pieces of wood and torn paper lying on the floor. How exciting is it that I’m here?

Not really. 

Before I come into work I usually sit in my car listening to music trying to bump my mood up. I mostly listen to a lot of high tempo rap songs or some funky bass lines from Thundercat. The music usually gets me going and I no longer have that depressed feeling sitting on my chest. I also try to remind myself that I shouldn’t care about the petty feelings that other depressed Upsers display towards me or the rest of the posi. Delightful right?

Yet again, not really. 

Once I walk in and go through security I usually fall back down the dreadful hole that work places me in. It’s a poor exchange, back breaking work for a crumb of the UPS pie. It’s time for me to act now, which I am, and get the hell out of here. You can’t leave anywhere without a plan. Set goals and go.

That’s what I’m doing.

~ Keep it all smiles