Wondering about my Wanderings

Out of Prison

I could not help meditating on my work efforts. I am someone who does everything I know to make sure that I keep the job. Today was a day to let loose for whatever reason. I said over the security radio something about learning badging crap. That was quite a stretch for someone like me.

After eating a taco dinner prepared in honor of a manager moving on to better things. At one point she worked in a jail and it got me to thinking. I never was in jail and yet I know what it is like to be locked up in a mental health facility and told I would never get out. I notice that my actions reflect my desire to never get myself in that position again. That means I will go the extra mile. I know that other people look for short cuts. I am more likely to take the long way. I am obsessive/neurotic. In my passion to stay out I do everything to convince myself in a ritual manner that I am fully committed to freedom and will not let the lazier attitudes get in the way.