No. 222

This is so weird, um, I guess I haven't been on blogger in a while and the whole thing has changed. I'm not sure I even like it... It saddens me, I like the old blogger, this is so chic, but not like it use to be (memories).

Ok, so I've got a job this summer.

I do the job out of the thought of getting bored over the summer, and the pay ain't that bad, not that I need it, but hey, why not right? I think I've been getting too personal in my job. I expose parts of my life to co-workers, and I think people judge me by that, in a negative way the way I see it. They're not happy because they're jealous, it's plain and simple. In today's economy, the people working need the money, I have other motives for doing the job. I don't blame them, but they let their emotions get into there job. That's the hardest thing, I really shouldn't be getting personal. My personal has been a way to find things in common with other workers, but I find, it doesn't work. My co-workers will always be my co-workers, they cannot be my friends. In addition, since I work in an office, everyone is at least a good 20 years older then me, so in reality, whatever I see on TV sitcoms of everyone getting alone going out with drinks just does not happen. It probably does, but not in my situation. Maybe it's the lack of talking to other people during the five hour period of boredom that makes me get personal, all I know is I don't like it and I must refrain. I always tell my self that they never know about my life, and in a way, I wish I would tell it, but I can't, I shouldn't, and I won't from now on, because it's my life, not their's, and I just need to do my work and move on. I'm a worker, and that's all that needs to be said. Note to self: stop getting personal.