limits

Its been years since I tried to work 40 hours a week. At this point, working three days wipes me out. Its not like my job is all that hard either. I help people pick out wine for pity sake.

I did unpack ~12 cases of wine on Friday. I thin that is why my hands hurt so much. It was fun tho! I like wine and related information. Not that I really drink much of it. I got to try a glass of wine Sat that cost $65 from San Fran and the Coit family. Don't remember the name of the wine. I apparently have a decent taste for certain flavors and I know what I like. Really well balanced flavors, low in tannins/oak flavors. Mellow and smooth like aged tawny port. Which is to say, I have really expensive taste in wine.

Being able to accept people where they are is a valuable skill. Hell, I can accept parts of people that they cannot. I don't expect people to change for me. I don't try to take care of people because that is not my job. I care for and about people. How does one deal with another not being able to accept a part of me that I have accepted. I feel like part of what makes me who I am is being disallowed because it is uncomfortable.

I am so tired. Peace out people. Much love, I'm needing the return investment today.