Bridges & Pigs

I've been meaning to write the post about how I walked across the St. Johns Bridge and crossed an item off my list and yada yada yada, but it's hard to revel in my bridge success when my jobs makes me feel like jumping from one. (a bridge, not a success- because you can't throw yourself off a success, it's not a noun). I hate that my awesomeness has been overshadowed with two shitty weeks of work,but what can you do? I guess I could quit, but the people are nice and the job pays for the mediocre lifestyle I've grown accustomed too. Not to mention that someone has to bankroll LD's new job, well if they want a share in the profits anyways. I look forward when I can finally be the woman of leisure I so desire to be. A day when I can make reading books in the park my actual job as I watch pigs fly over the horizon.