Generation one: Part one: Leja's a Winner; Sort of

The only thing I hate more than people are idiotic people. Take, for example, my boss. She constantly complains about how nothing gets done. It's funny, though, how she sits in her office talking on the phone. That image has been set in my mind since day one, he just lounging in her overpriced rolling chair with her feet propped up on her desk, "blah-blah-blahing" away on the phone. She gives no instructions, doesn't mind what's going on and just signs away on contracts, but she has the audacity to complain that nothing gets done?

Someday, I, or my future family (with the man of my dreams) will own that hospital, and I will have my revenge.



Dear mom,
Why?

I feel really good about today, though. I'm not tired at all, I smell good, and I think I'll make it to lunch before my stomach starts hurting. In fact, I can't wait 'til work starts! I can't even explain why, I'm just in a great mood today. Paycheck, here I come!

So it wasn't a totally great day... I came home way too stressed for my liking. The good thing is I came home to a sweet surprise in my mailbox.

The publishing company sent me a complementary copy of my book.


Dear diary,


Today, I came to a brand new, definitely different realization: Not all things in life are bad. The publishing company is great. 
I don't think anything could beat meeting the perfect guy, though. In fact, I met a very nice guy on the net a few days ago. He seemed so nice, and I felt a strong connection. 
That connection must have been the internet, because he mentioned a wife. 
I can't blame that on my mom, though. Oh, right, I'm houseless, and I live in a dump. Thanks, mom. Love you, too. 


-Leja