Everyone knows what a demanding job I have and it seems like since I was 'promoted' last year, I have basically transformed into a crazed maniac trying to please my managers, clients, staff, puppy, family, and lastly myself. I've fallen short of every one's expectations a few times. Got a bad evaluation back in the Spring that made me want to quit, my family has constantly urged me to quit because I'm always off the radar, puppy pooped in the crate a few times when I got home late, and I just decided to not care about keeping up with anyone because I was at work all of the time anyway - I wouldn't be seeing you anytime soon.
Well after a discussion with my 80+ year old Great Aunt (My Pookie's Sister and closest elderly family member) I was told that I'm No REGULAR ninja (right after she had just said a few scriptures to me). Now I have been joking around calling people REGULARS and EXTRA REGULARS for years and this year I recently picked up calling people BASIC but when my Aunt said these words to me - it had me on the floor buggin up.
Of course she backs it up in her deep Louisiana Southern Mama dialect and goes on and on about her maternal grandfather being a black creole and that the blood that ran through my veins wouldn't allow to me quit.
Despite the fact that she gave me a good laugh - she's generally right. I'm no regular and although dealing with where I want my career to go and whether or not this job of mine is my career (definitely not) - My attitude is that things are difficult but they are never impossible (Maybe for the Regulars out there).
Kisses!
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