The crappy part of working with the public is that you have to deal with the public. If I lived in a bigger city, I wouldn't care, because the chances of seeing that public again are slim to none. No, I live in a town with less than two thousand people in it- I get to deal with the same jackasses day in and day out for eternity. Okay, not eternity, but at least until I can get the flock out of here.

I keep waiting for someone to come in who doesn't look down on me because I work a menial job. Someone who doesn't look at my job title and see someone who didn't get a degree from a traditional college. I am someone who clawed and scraped her way through a certificate program while her spouse sat back on his padded ass and did everything in his power to trip her up to ensure she failed.

I am someone who is studying to get her schooling completed so she can work in this new home, this new state, and be able to support herself and live a life that makes her happy. I am going to make myself happy, it's all I can do. I'm the only one I can depend on for my happiness, and I'm going to do my best to get it, so I can walk with my head high while the public here continues to look down their noses at anyone they deem below them and I'm going to step up past them.

On a good note, I got a phone number today. From an attractive man who complimented me before giving me his number, and then walked away when I didn't hand my phone number over.

I'm not going to do anything with his number, but after almost ten years of being with a man who thought a compliment was to tell me he found his ex-girlfriend more attractive than he found me, it made me feel good to get that number today.