Each day I go to work, I question what in the world am I doing here. After working for a year, I know what I don't want. Questions of wants and needs come into play. If I could quit right now, I would. But I got 6 months to go. And I am going to use this next 6 months to plan my escape.
God, there's a reason for me to be here, then You gotta make me love my job....
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He will make all things beautiful in its time =)
You have another 6 months to go... I have another 18 months to go... Look at me, your "prison break" is not that far away afterall compared to mine, right? ~Smile!**
reason for the season, reason for the season. be great where you are. you're doing well for yourself so far *hugs*
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