I am a bad blogger.

Tsk to me for being neglectful. In my defense, when I'm on midnight shift, the only thought on my mind when I'm home is how tired I am.

I've made an executive decision that I need to stop being such a nasty person. Well, perhaps nasty is such a strong word. But I don't know that I'm the nicest person either. You see, I'm a grudge holder. And I shouldn't be. I get annoyed with people who have things that I don't have (not material things, mind you. I don't think I've ever hurt for a material possession.)

Some ways I've tried this past week to be a nicer person:

* Some of the stuff that goes on at work makes me not such a nice person. Specifically the fact that it's like high school with the drama, times 10. But I'm trying to be nicer. Which includes even covering shifts for other people. See how nice I am?

* I didn't cuss any of my boys out this week. That may seem like something small, but trust me, that is no easy task for me.

* I made contact with a guy that I was talking to and wished him a happy birthday, even though he made an executive decision that I wasn't even worth a proper explanation for no longer corresponding with me. (No surprise, but I didn't get a response).

I really do want to become a better person. I think a lot of my issues in relationships (friends and otherwise) has to do with my sour outlook on life. Which really, I have nothing to complain about. I have amazing parents who would do anything in the world for me. Absolutely anything. They've supported me in every decision I've made, even if it was hard for them to do so (Police Academy, anyone?) I have any amazing friend who has listened to me bitch and gripe about everything under the sun for the last (almost) 2 years, and I still know that no matter what, I can always go to her.

And even though I may not always like my job, I realize I should be thankful that I have one. There are plenty of people in my area that cannot say the same.