I just got back from work from an interview. I'm up for a promotion and I've actually got a decent shot at getting it.

If I do get it all three of you still reading this will have to call me Corporal Crayon.

Things with Kelly are going pretty damn good. We just celebrated our year and a half anniversary.

I really can't complain too much. I'm focusing as much as I can on being positive these days. I'm happy, I've got some of the best friends ever, my job is good (most days).

I'm pretending like this new found... I don't know... energy to be good and think good and not let the hatas get me down... is an outward showing of my maturity. But that's not true, because I still sing at the top of my lungs in grocery stores to make Kelly laugh.

And to be honest, this new outlook is partly in response to a coworker's overly negative attitude. She has conflicts with everyone... but in rotation. And right now it's centered on me with no one (including the supervisors) knowing why she's so intent.

My job is hard enough working with the kids without having to worry about an adult. These kids... and by kids I mean 13 to 19 year old males... are felons. I work with boys who have sexually abused young boys and boys who have attempted homicide charges and boys who have been on cocaine since they were 9. I have to keep them safe, keep them from fighting each other, keep fighting staff, from escaping.

I don't need someone taking a disagreement into a dorm and affecting my ability to keep myself and others safe.

So (dispite my mini rant there) I'm working on ignore everything.

And now I have to go. Keep it real, you in the purple.