Back To My Grind: What Doesn't Kill You

I'm notorious for bringing too much on myself. When asked if I can help with something or if I want to work at X, I pretty much can't say no. Call me Jim Carrey in that Yes Man movie, but that really is me. 

So this summer I planned on working not much at all. I wanted to run, play in the river, visit friends everywhere, and enjoy some lighter months. I agreed to work three days a week and have three full days between the two jobs. I soon added days to the waitress job and agreed to pick up a third location of employment, pretty much giving me no full days off. 

As I got more settled into these jobs, I realized I struggle with working in customer service from 8am to 10pm. I HAVE to run in the mornings before I go in, just to keep a smile on my face. I also heard a fabulous Miranda Lambert song the other day called "Platinum" in which she claims that "what doesn't kill you, only makes you blonder" with which I cannot agree more. 

It wears on me to be this nice to people all day, to support their vacations and their incessant questions, but through all the pressure and the struggle of working seven days a week with people in my face almost every minute, I realized I am turning my blonde on. I'm playing stupid way more than I'd like to admit, dumbing down my $200,000+ education and being "nicer" all the time. 

So, as the summer turns to leaf peeper season and I call in sick more times in one week than I have in the last year anywhere else, you'll recognize me for the high level of blonde I'm sporting, whether I actually dye it or I just emanate the personality. And really, I'm not working THAT much, giving me juuuust enough free time to actually dye my hair. Just maybe...