Talking to older white people at my job about recent politics gives me some semblance of hope for this country. Today, an older woman and I both agreed that regardless of your religious affiliates, moral standings and/or economic situation, everyone should be entitled to a fair chance for a decent living standard. It’s nice to know that even someone like her, an upper middle class white woman, feels that the top 10% of this country aren’t the only ones that deserve to not have to worry about how their medical bills are being paid or where their next meals are coming from.
I’m not saying that this country still doesn’t have a long way to go as far as the road to equality goes, but it’s always nice to have that little bit of hope that things can and will get better in the future. Progress is progress, and progress is always slow.
I feel like some parents spend so much time trying to get their children to succeed and not make the same mistakes of their pasts that they fail to realize that the best way for a person to succeed is to focus on his/her own ambitions and hopes and not try to correct the regrets of others.
Growing up, I got picked on more at home than I did anywhere else. If I was socially awkward, it was self-imposed simply because I dislike most people. My parents were more cruel and harsh in their own condescending ways than kids ever were.
At least I don’t have to deal with it (as much) now.
I’m really hoping my job gives me a raise and/or makes me a full time worker soon. They hired me as part time and I’ve spent the last two month picking up as many extra hours as humanly possible. They might as well make me full time because I put in the hours for it voluntarily. I’m supposed to go through training that will potentially give me my first raise, so I’m hoping the full time aspect follows shortly after.
What I wouldn’t give for an iced coffee right now. I feel like my job has turned me into an addict.
