It's been awhile.
I can't remember much. Traveling through the valleys of the Alps has left me in a fog. What little I do remember, I can't seem to piece together. In my travels, I found peace. In my travels, I found strength. However, what good is peace and strength if you've forgotten what you've wanted them for?
My stomach churned and I didn't know why.
Then again, my stomach had expanded in the last couple of days; I'd become quite the glutton. Take out pizza, Subway, you name it; I was guilty of it.
I hated myself for it. I wanted to go exercise but somehow I'd amassed a debt of over four-hundred dollars at Planet Fitness so that wasn't an option. The cold weather meant any outdoor exercise was near suicide considering I had to be more than a semi-functioning pop-sickle to make sandwiches.
In short, everything seemed miserable. No one would return my calls, the only messages on Facebook I had I feared to respond to, and the only thing I truly longed for was sleep. Sleep, which I foreshadowed with great dread, would slowly come as an unwelcome house guest- creeping in with uncertainty as to whether or not it should stay or quickly retreat.
I wished I was back in school. Not because a college degree meant anything, but at least it was a distraction from pretending to be a sweet-little-sandwich-making elf meanwhile disdaining the idea of the so called 'steak' (which was really glorified roast beef) sandwiches and the 'gyro' meat (which was also 98% roast beef with 'gyro' seasoning, whatever the hell that meant). Plus, I'd forgotten to pay for a $4.00 sandwich and my manager demanded I pay it upon my return to work. Are you kidding?
No, no in fact he wasn't kidding, and while I must respect him for being my manager and such, whoever instilled the idea that dirt-cheap-frozen-mostly-expired-more-often-moldy-than-you'd-expect sandwiches deserved a single DIME from customers was repulsive.
I saved my disgust for my blog. If one were to see this, so be it. Fire me. I'll find work elsewhere where the food is actually fresh.
Yes, today, I was very bitter. It was not right.
Be slow to speak, slow to anger, and quick to listen. Her words echoed in my head.
Hell, I was failing. Thank you, God, for testing me so well. No, that is not mockery. I am tired, I wish to sleep, yet there is work to be done, yet I am hungry, and this library closes soon, and I long for new employment.
I might justifiably have to call out of work on Monday to seek new employment. That, or I might have to actually poison myself so I am ill enough to never step foot in that store again.
No offense, the store wasn't that bad, it was just more often than not that I became helplessly stuck in the wrath of boredom. Dear God, I long to read the Bible. That's what I'm going to go do. Read the Bible, eat a SUBWAY sandwich, and read a novel I'd checked out from the library.
Dear Father in Heaven, in the name of your son Jesus Christ I pray, please, PLEASE, grant me the patience to make it through these next thirteen days.
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I can't remember much. Traveling through the valleys of the Alps has left me in a fog. What little I do remember, I can't seem to piece together. In my travels, I found peace. In my travels, I found strength. However, what good is peace and strength if you've forgotten what you've wanted them for?
My stomach churned and I didn't know why.
Then again, my stomach had expanded in the last couple of days; I'd become quite the glutton. Take out pizza, Subway, you name it; I was guilty of it.
I hated myself for it. I wanted to go exercise but somehow I'd amassed a debt of over four-hundred dollars at Planet Fitness so that wasn't an option. The cold weather meant any outdoor exercise was near suicide considering I had to be more than a semi-functioning pop-sickle to make sandwiches.
In short, everything seemed miserable. No one would return my calls, the only messages on Facebook I had I feared to respond to, and the only thing I truly longed for was sleep. Sleep, which I foreshadowed with great dread, would slowly come as an unwelcome house guest- creeping in with uncertainty as to whether or not it should stay or quickly retreat.
I wished I was back in school. Not because a college degree meant anything, but at least it was a distraction from pretending to be a sweet-little-sandwich-making elf meanwhile disdaining the idea of the so called 'steak' (which was really glorified roast beef) sandwiches and the 'gyro' meat (which was also 98% roast beef with 'gyro' seasoning, whatever the hell that meant). Plus, I'd forgotten to pay for a $4.00 sandwich and my manager demanded I pay it upon my return to work. Are you kidding?
No, no in fact he wasn't kidding, and while I must respect him for being my manager and such, whoever instilled the idea that dirt-cheap-frozen-mostly-expired-more-often-moldy-than-you'd-expect sandwiches deserved a single DIME from customers was repulsive.
I saved my disgust for my blog. If one were to see this, so be it. Fire me. I'll find work elsewhere where the food is actually fresh.
Yes, today, I was very bitter. It was not right.
Be slow to speak, slow to anger, and quick to listen. Her words echoed in my head.
Hell, I was failing. Thank you, God, for testing me so well. No, that is not mockery. I am tired, I wish to sleep, yet there is work to be done, yet I am hungry, and this library closes soon, and I long for new employment.
I might justifiably have to call out of work on Monday to seek new employment. That, or I might have to actually poison myself so I am ill enough to never step foot in that store again.
No offense, the store wasn't that bad, it was just more often than not that I became helplessly stuck in the wrath of boredom. Dear God, I long to read the Bible. That's what I'm going to go do. Read the Bible, eat a SUBWAY sandwich, and read a novel I'd checked out from the library.
Dear Father in Heaven, in the name of your son Jesus Christ I pray, please, PLEASE, grant me the patience to make it through these next thirteen days.
<<<Previous ~The Alps of Zolam // 8th November 2017~
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