Ridiculous Work

So I get this e-mail from my boss, Ed, stating that it was now 7:28 and I was late, why? Hmmm, countless reasons come to mind. I don't get enough sleep, I work 2 jobs, I can't stand the thought of coming in to work and doing it mindlessly for 8 hours, they don't pay me enough to care, they lie about paying us more and then seem to forget they say anything, I'm not in my salary range for what I do, I get all my work done anyways....the client is happy with the work that I do at least. But I responded 'sorry, I was running late, it won't happen again'. Why? I guess I don't like to rock the boat too much and if I ever was considered for extra money I would want to actually get it instead of being looked at as 'the late person'. Nonetheless, I hate it here and if I had something lined up I would leave in a second. It is only to pay the bills and even that doesn't seem to always work, hence the second job. I work between 60-75 hours a week. Now when I get a day off from both jobs I feel a little weird, like what am I suppose to do now? What did I use to do? Then I remember, I used to go to the gym, my long lost friend. Which is probably why I've gained about 25 pounds after working so hard to lose all the extra weight. Also probably why I feel so crappy all the time. I went to the gym last night and wanted to cry because I missed it so much, that's when you know something has to change, when you go to the gym and want to cry because you miss feeling the burn in your muscles and working out so hard you can barely breath! I guess we also used to go to the bar more but that scene is not as fun as it was in our carefree days. When me and Jackie used to go out with each other and have a blast, driving home in my Blazer sliding through the streets of The Springs. "Wheeeeeee!!!"
I still have some fun but it is just different. Sometimes I wish I could go back to when I lived at home and only had my car payment to pay. My parents weren't bad at all, they are really cool. We never had a curfew, they didn't care if we were going out, all my dad would say would be 'be careful, don't get too drunk'. Of course that was when I was 21. I always liked my family, with 2 brothers and 2 sisters there was always something going on. Besides the fact that we could only have non-sugared cereal for breakfast and pop only on Friday nights, it was really fun. My mom used to be the coordinator of the neighborhood. We had bike decorating contests followed by the bike parade, haunted houses in our basement, you name it we probably did it. I am always flattered when my friends say they want to be a part of my family. Even when their parents seem really cool, Ryan :) We went to Ryan's parents on Saturday and it was really nice. When we were riding in the pontoon, riding by the big houses, I thought 'maybe things are going to be ok.' I hope.