So today i’ve come to realize that even though it’s been a really tough 3 or 4 months, i’ve realized that i’m so much happier. At first it didn’t hit me just till a little bit a go because i found my favorite manager in the whole wide world is leaving and one of my favorite front desk girls is leaving too! but they’re actually going to the same store so i was like wow they both get to start at a new place together thats good for them and i realized that hey even though we have a TON of new faces, i love those boys more than words. even our newest addition who is probably so corny and thinks people are 5 and uses that joke, *points at your hand* “what’s that?” *you look* *he hits you in the nose* REALLY BRO WHO ARE YOU? but still i love his face, and he told me i was his favorite, which really made my day because i heard the guy was a complete douche and he’s really great actually. It’s kind of scary how a HUGE part of my life revolves around work, i guess that’s what it’s like when you get older. i met some of my best friends at work, and i seriously don’t know where i would be without these guys and gals. It’s tough though, because work consumes all of my free time, but these people have become my friends. I look up to a few of them as the older sisters and brothers i’ve never had (except i do have brothers but they don’t live here) and they are so protective of me since i’m the baby, yet they treat me with SO much respect. I love my job, i really do, and no matter how time consuming it is (38 hour weeks), and how sometimes i very seldomly want to scream at my mangers, i truly am in love with it. that was my rant about how work makes me happy.

Now with what’s coming up in my happiness progression, it’s halloween, i’m going to one of the guy’s party this weekend, american apparel flea market sale and a ton of other stuff and i’m getting a new phone today FINALLY later crackberry. but yeah there’s just a bunch of stuff that’s just making me so content.