uneccessarily high.....level of stress.

Damn, I am a slacker. Sorry for the days upon days of no updates. Life has been throwing me some weird kind of lemons...Yes, I am talking about lemons again, and NO, I will not write another WHOLE entry about lemons and lemonade. Jesus! Who do you think I am? A lemonade stand?! I assure you I am not. Anywho, so as you all may or may not know, I am happily employed at this gorgeously extravagant office on Bellaire Blvd., called Fidelity National Title Insurance Company, well just to update, I have been offered another job. Yes, ANOTHER job. I have been offered a position to work with the district representative for district 149 in Houston, Texas. It's a salaried position, $24,000 a year, which is pretty good considering that all I have is a highschool diploma, and a mediocre amount of college hours. I would get health benefits after three months with paid holidays and tons of experience opportunities. Well tell me why, I haven't jumped on this offer like most 20 year olds would? Please tell me because I'm trying to figure that out myself. Well with the job comes a GINORMOUS amount of responsibility and all that, "representing a district representative" crap. I'm not sure if I'm so down with that. I do A LOT of stupid shit and I know it, so this might be setting myself up to be rediculed. Not very bright in my book. What are the chances of being offered a once in a lifetime chance when the economy is in such a downhill spiral? Changing from a job that I love to one that I might not even be able to stand isn't settling too well in my mind, stomach or heart. The most important thing to me is obviously "happiness" so taking this position may or may not be an amazing opportunity for my future, but it may or may not also be the death of my "happiness". Yeah...great! And then on top of all this career/future/happiness crap, mister ex-love-of-my-life decides to actually email my bffl back and creates even more frustration with his crappy answers to my indirect questions. I need to just be done with it, say "fuck you, because you done fucked me", and run. Run until I've reached the ends of the Earth. This is so fucking pathetic. Even God thinks I'm pathetic, that's why he's just toying with my little squooshed up heart. Speaking of God..he thinks I'm the shit. Goodnight&PEACE!..