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This work crap has gotten a bit better but it still dogs me badly. At this point, I'm less absorbed by the agonizing worry & overthinking than I am simply painfully aware not meeting my own exaggerated demands. Slight improvement, yeah? This is literally what I look like at work. That is something, though. I've realized that much of this boils down to a few bad habits of thinking and a lot of anger. It's just got my head all wrong really; these bad habits of thinking prey upon something basic in how I operate. The result is the sorta-nervous-wreckness I've been experiencing the last half a week or so. Although my managers may want me to get dozens of people to sign up for credit cards each week, I only really need  about 5 a week. Anything more is awesome (more Macy's Money and stuff!) but as long as I can get 5+ cards, I = success. It's easy though to get caught up in my managers' expectations, to make their demands my own, to measure myself by...

About a week ago, I watched some stuff on the NatGeo channel with my mom, my dad, and my  Parker . I'm surprised they didn't tie me down or use strong sedatives: I was foamingly angry/outraged/flabbergasted at how stupid the shows were. Now, not exactly movies, this is a review of sorts. So I'm gonna call this a Bad Movie Monday .

One day, some day, You won't find me so creepy Or unappealing Or whatever it is about me. --That makes you pick up your pace As I call after. --Or roll your eyes when you think I can't see. --That makes you screen my calls Ignore my texts. Maybe some day. Maybe one day. Maybe. Should I wait that long I doubt it Can I wait that long I doubt it I'm simply human afterall And you're simply missing out.