I Have No Life....

So I've come to accept the fact that I have absolutely no life outside work and here's why:

I have managed to consume my entire being with my job - I honestly care too much about a job that isn't going to be my lifetime career. It obviously isn't a bad thing to love your job and care about it, but at a certain point you need to draw the line and I've managed to move mine about 20 times. While I'm no longer working over 30 hours every single week, I still act like I am: I refuse to make plans for the following week until Thursday or Friday when I know exactly what my schedule is. Which would be smart if my hours were as inconsistent as I try to play off.

The worst part? When I'm not at work, all I think about is how the store is doing, or all I talk about is work. I honestly need to find something else to do with my spare time. It's gotten to the point where I was called a "mall fag" (and just a slight interjection - I absolutely hate when people use the word fag or faggot, and I could give two shits whether you're calling someone who's straight or gay a faggot, just seriously don't use it around me) which is another whole story in-of-itself. But seriously, I need a hobby or something.

My plan? Well, for right now the plan is update my layout of the blog.

The problem? I'm too effing lazy to take the time to make a new layout. So we'll definitely have to see where that goes....