C'est la vie

Okay so basically in the span of 2 weeks I've come to the realization people are disgusting, and that's being nice. Everyone is so money oriented that it has blinded them of how to be a compassionate human being, if there even is such a thing. With the exception of maybe a handful of people that I'm greatful enough to know or have in my life. 

I remember mentioning last post about my foot being broken and all. Now currently I am working two jobs, a weekday and weekend job. I have been pushing myself  through the weekday job but have decided to not work the weekend one. Mainly because it is a whole lot harder for me to move around and carry out tasks. The weekday job however I have been managing pretty well given the circumstances. I work with complete cunts. I'm sorry, that's rude of me and completely uncalled for ... NOT!

You come to realize that if you aren't bringing in money for someone you might as well be considered dead. People don't phone you to see how your doing or how your managing. They call to ask when your coming back to work cause there is clients who want to book, or calling to ask things of you like agency workers to cover you. Like seriously? F off! 

Don't even get me started on the clinic I work for on the weekday! Pushing 7 clients on me in a row without a break! My foot is broken you moron! Here, let me break your foot and give you 7 clients to treat, let's see how you handle it... I'm technically not even supposed to be working. Not for 6 weeks. I went back to work the second week. Maybe I'm the retard but still. Not to mention she makes me crutch all the way to the front to grab the file and the client... Like I can do that at lightning speed anymore. What a *****! 

Did I mention these are all WOMEN?! Spineless, ruthless B*****! Argh!!

Anyways c'est la vie right? What can you do when the world you live in is based on how much money you can milk.

Lets change the topic to something positive shall we? I'm going camping for the first time in my life!  Woohoo! The date is set already, August 9th-11th. I know, only 2 nights, but it's a first. Baby steps right? My main concern is being eaten alive by Mosquitos, contracting west Nile or Lyme disease, or perhaps being mauled to death by a bear.... Good times... All normal fears right? Insect repellant apparent doesn't work as it should, and is there such thing as bear repellant? If so, I'm all over that like flies on shit. Sorry for the crudeness, but I can't find at the moment another way to compare my want for such a chemical. 

Sharks have a repellant don't they? 

Anyways. I'm still in a cast and crutches so this should be pretty interesting. Hiking with crutches... Can be done right? Swimming? God I hope this thing comes off on Tuesday next week. My X-rays are set for August the 6th so, fingers crossed!  

I'm excited though none the less. Putting all freak scenarios aside, I'm sure Melissa and myself will be just fine and will have a great time! I'm pretty sure I'll have some sort of crazy story to tell when I get back.

Why do I have a bad feeling I will end up face planting a poison Ivy bush?  

Stay Tuned!