And Get Out of Here
It really is a matter of time before I head out of this place. The days I picked up at work are now given to someone else. The hole and leak in my bathroom ceiling is still there, even after someone else looked at it. The new unexpected day off gives me a whole day to wait for the maintenance man to come by.
My patience is wearing thin.
Much like this.
I was thinking about Winston-Salem, but I keep hearing it's kinda ghetto. I grew up in the ghetto and swore I would never return.
Ho-hum. I might go cook something. Like mini chicken pot pies.
Ho-hum. I might go cook something. Like mini chicken pot pies.
I'll be honest, Gastonia isn't that bad. It's far enough from Charlotte that it's not Charlotte, but also close enough to still be close to those that matter.
ReplyDeleteBefore I started working there I never wanted to go there, but after four years I'd move there if I had the chance/needed to.
Just a thought.
Head high, friend, head high.
Thanks man. And I might look into Gastonia, too.
Delete