LINK: end game (rojie’s version)
Currently listening to: End Game – Taylor Swift feat. Ed Sheeran, Future
I don’t wanna touch you (I don’t wanna be)
Just another ex-love (you don’t wanna see)
I don’t wanna miss you (I don’t wanna miss you)
Like the other girls do
I don’t wanna hurt you (I just wanna be)
Drinkin’ on a beach with (you all over me)
I know what they all say, yeah
But I ain’t tryna play
What’s a risk you’re considering?
Prompt created by yours truly.
Feel free to use any prompts that I post and/or tag me.
I’d love read your responses.
Every day is full of risks.
My commute is full of risks, especially in California with cars weaving at 70+ mph, people distracted while driving, and accidents happening every minute. Every day I drive, I escape death.
Then there are the stairs. My house has steep stairs and one slight slip… I could end up tumbling down the stairs. At work I go up and down the stairs all day long. There’s always that chance that I could twist my ankle, fracture my foot, or roll down the stairs and meet my maker.
Living in the U.S. right now is a big fat risk. We’re literally in World War III with strikes escalating daily, missiles flying about, leaders being assassinated, civilians dying because they’re collateral damage, and everyone being on high alert.
Continuing to put money into my 401(k) and stocks is a risk. Since the conflict started, the market has been volatile AF. My portfolio is hemorrhaging an obscene amount of money, that I stopped looking at it… for now. But if it gets 47 out of office, then it’s all fucking worth it.
Playing the lotto is another risk. It could just take one ticket to change my life. But if I don’t play, I can’t win. Which reminds me, I need to get tickets today.
Working in healthcare is a risk. There are no metal detectors at the doors, just security guards patrolling the area intermittently. I’ve undergone lockdowns due to an active shooter before, unhinged patients berating me, my colleagues have been physically assaulted, then there are the bomb threats and baby kidnappings. People don’t think about the workplace violence in healthcare settings but it’s a thing.
Another thing that’s been gnawing at me is whether or not I want to take a leadership position at my secondary job. I told the VP to give me five years for me to make a decision. By that time, I will be vested at my current job and will be able to get a pension when I retire. As much as I love the frontline, I’m getting restless. I’m craving something more… but I have a disdain for office politics, endless meetings, and subordinates who are older than me acting like children. Do I stay in the trenches or make a move and step up?
P.S. don’t let me forget to tell you about the update on 롱다리 (long legs) in a future post.
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