Odd Days..

     Yesterday I wasn't having the best of days. I woke up and got ready for work. Normal things like eating breakfast, driving to work, etc. I tried to focus on the positive things in my life. I always try and do that everyday. I'm tired of being in a slum.


     Anyways, when I was at work I had a great day. I was doing my job and having fun with co-workers. My relief came in at 12 and I was just about to go on my lunch when I was called for a task. Taking the initiative I got my tools and was ready to make a bale. My co worker started to talk to me about the previous day. He began to talk down to me, telling me things that only a boss would tell me, not a co worker.


     I have had much respect for this man, seeing that he has been there longer than me. But something inside me blew up. See, my parents have taught me to respect my elders. I have done this forever. I told him with respect that I didn't understand how he could treat me like I'm nothing, or go to management whenever I don't do anything like how he does. I told him that I didn't like the fact that I give him respect and I get nothing in return.


     He began to get angry and told me to shut up, etc. All I did was complete my task and then go take my lunch. When my other co worker came in I told him that I just needed to stay was to stay away for a while from him. After what happened, it made me feel different. I came to work to make money and have fun.


     I realized last night after a Skype call with my mom, that I didn't realize the real reason for work. I come to work for myself and Zach. For the both of us to be able to live in a place and not have to worry about where we are going to stay, or whether or not we have enough food in the house. I work to make money and  to have the positivity of knowing that I have a job and I can make money.


     So now, I get to go to work. Knowing that I'm making money and learning new things at the same time.


Have a great night Songbirds..


-The Songbird-