Yoplait and the Fork...

So as most of my devoted readers know, I have constantly been looking for a better job placement, working 55 hours a week - at two locations, and have been also trying to maintain all other bases... (God then wife, then family, friends and music... etc). I have been one busy fella'. Today, much like any other day the last few weeks... I woke up feeling more tired than when I went to bed, got ready to go, the wife helped prepare my "lunch" for the day, and with barely enough time to chow cereal down- finished up, and headed out. (Pausing to say- that my wife is incredible... She makes "Lunch" for me- everyday!!! And healthy too!- "Lunch" btw consists of four snacks, and two entrees..) I started my first job at the social services place, mostly supporting the medical assistant. Answering and routing calls, filing, data entry etc... usually this dictates the activities of my first day's 5 work hours.. Then I often race to Starbucks and get my drink- (black and white hot chocolate.) Though for the best cup of cocoa in the world visit NW Coffee on Burnside. After a bit of sippin' and reading my current book - that I aim to finish in less than a year, I often do a polo shirt switch in preparation for my second job. Motel 6. That is an 8 hour shift. I noticed as I began the thought processes regarding my second position- I became very, very tired. At the motel- there are completely calm times- and completely high stress times... In the midst of stressful moments often comes an attitude of mine that most aren't familiar with. A sometimes grumpy, or quietly jerky, or overwhelmed persona etc. It causes friction when MRS. Sutten often calls to talk, or I find myself being completely selfish. At the same point- its something I choose. Granted I may not have the best job or pay, but I can just as easily turn on Mr. Happy. In lieu of reaching that crossroads- I pulled out my snack- realizing I forgot both an ice pack and spoon, and am sitting here eating my yoplait with a plastic fork. It didn't make my day- but it sure is funny as Heckfire to watch me eat it.

The moral of the story is: If you are choosing to have a bad attitude- try eating yogurt with a fork.