When we were in Green Bay, we all took pictures. B took 170 pictures of just the game. Of course he got a little snap happy with the good camera (I think Miller had a thing or two to do with that), and I got a little happy with the iPhone. But these things happen.
A couple days ago, my dad set up an account on Shutterfly that he shared with me, and of course, all the Green Bay pictures were on there. And here’s what I found…
|Yes, this is my Dad doing the predator.|
|Going into Lambeau….Green and gold everywhere!!|
|After the game.|
|Happy. We won!|
|Finally got a real smile out of him.|
|Me and B.|
|By Lake Michigan.|
This week has been awful. I can’t remember a time when I’ve had this bad a week at work. I try to just count down the hours until it’s time to go home. Or until the weekend. I try to tell myself every day that in the grand scheme of things, having a dispatcher yell at me, or missing a load is not the end of the world. But no matter what I tell myself, I will never actually believe it.
I’m wired to worry about everything and to worry about what everyone thinks about me at every point in time. It is just a job, but I have an irrational fear of getting fired, or getting yelled at. I hate confrontation. I guess it just boils down to me not liking what I do.
I’m hoping that with a move I will finally be able to do something that I want to do.