The Continous Monotony of Life

Woke up at five thirty in the morning.

Took a quick shower.

Blow-dryed my hair.

Ate breakfast.

Went to work.

Set up cart.

Served the food.

Had lunch.

Smiled to the residents.

Went home.

Turned on the computer.

Read blogs.

Checked emails.

Slept.

Woke up.

Ate dinner.

Slept again.

grr. How boring can I get????


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"You're such a sweet girl, Joyce"

This coming from Greer, a CNA at the nursing home I work for.

Yeah, that's me. Such a sweet little girl.

But I don't want to be sweet no more.

I want to be tough... and mean... and sarcastic... and flippant... and all the things that do not comprise the word sweet. And girl. hay.