walk

I walked home today from the bus stop.
2 things.
1. I forgot the 815 passes by my house.
2. I forgot to call Kuya Ugo because he was probably at home & would've picked me up & dropped me off.

I made good time, but definitely should have worn sneaks instead of boots.

Tomorrow I work PM.
2 things.
1. Anxiety over meeting.
2. Anxiety over general operations of that place.

Realizations.
2 things.
1. Change needs to happen.
2. It should've happened before this stage of anxiety.

I know I should stop writing about things and just do them. Walking felt good, I was tired for other reasons other than work. It's strange because it's always wise to leave your troubles at home outside of work. But what should a person do if most of their valuable waking hours are spent at work and the only real home trouble is that a person just doesn't spend enough good quality time at said home. I mean, who the hell emails their sister when they live right down the hall?! It's not funny. It's not cute. It's just ridiculous. Furthermore, if a person is spending alot of time at work then it's not really a home away from home. You are at home. And home happens to be the overwhelming place that is the hotel. It's kind of sick that I'm anxious about going to work because I'm not sure who's going to disrespect me. 0055 hrs