On the flip side of life

So…recently I took on a part time job to supplement my income while working on the magazine and the tons of projects I am currently working on. 

I’m not a great fan of my part time job because part of the requirement is standing up for most of the day which I have found that this is making me physically ill. I have had friends tell me I will get used to is but after the way I felt last night I’m sitting here praying for things to desperately change now rather than later. 

I’m feeling as though certain things are at a stand still and I know they are not but I can’t help the way I feel for this moment. 

With that in mind, here I am at a not so great paying job, standing up for most of the day dealing with customers that for some reason think they are better than you. 

It’s so funny and true this saying, “never step on the toes today of the ass you could be kissing tomorrow”. 

Even saying “good morning” or “goodnight” is so hard to say back. The same holds true with the people I work with. Dobbed with globs of make up, one seems to have her nose so far up her ass, I believe that she doesn’t believe her shit stinks.

This would be the same person that would apply for the make up artist job that I will eventually need and how priceless will that moment be when she walks into my office and finds that it’s me that is looking to hire.

While I know myself there have been times I didn’t treat people my best, there was a reason for that. I’m not the kind of person who is rude at first meeting. However, if I find out fucked up shit about you believe me when I tell you, you will be cut off faster than getting a take out dinner at your local restaurant.

There really is no reason to treat anyone with disregard, unless you have something to hide. And if that’s the case, that’s when I stay far away from people.

I have listened to lots of people disclose their personal problems and secrets with me, things that I will take with me to the grave because unlike most people, the minute a friendship breaks up they both thing they are right by gossiping their secrets and that is just dead wrong.

On the flip side I have listened to people closely and their own words get them in trouble. 

What is the moral of this story?

Treat people right even if they come at you wrong. It doesn’t mean you have to be their friend, keep it moving. Period. The End.