So reading back on the last post I made is definitely interesting and a reminder of the reason why I'm writing this blog to begin with. Looking in retrospective I can see "progress" or regress of my mental stability. So I got my second job at TGI Friday's and from the very beginning this place was hectic, full of fake people and definitely full of pretentious bosses and co-workers. I hated that place. Every time I had to go to work my stomach fell to the ground. I realized how much of a family my first job really was to me. The extra time I spent working was almost inhuman. I had to work at my first job at 7am and get out at 4pm just to start my other job at 5pm to 3 or 4 am. On top of that I had to go get that ingrate of my ex from his house so he could come to my house. He really didn't cared how tired I was. The only thing he cared was where he was going to sleep, eat and stay. Never once did he asked me if I was tired, or just have the damn decency to just stay at his place and not bitch at me every time he saw me. 
This commitment was supposed to keep my mind off things; allow me to continue living and forget about the heart broken boy that I am. Unfortunately the only thing that this did was to establish that "care" my ex has for me. I doubled the commitment and in turn I doubled the rejection. I could not take it anymore so I finally put my two weeks in. Quitting such a horrible place was the liberation I needed. I literally told everyone I worked with, that I hated it that place. It was causing more mental instability than the one it was meant to fix.
Now I only have one job. The money is not as good as I was making before, but it is a place I love. My boss, my coworkers and the schedule . . . definitely the schedule. As for the relationship thing; I'm not sure where I stand in that issue. At this point I'm just going with the flow.
