everybody hurts

I am blogging via my iPod today. My computer is right next to me but for some reason, I can't be bothered to open it up and type with all my fingers.

My birthday has come and gone. I am officially 26. I know you people can do simple math so just humour me when I say that I am 26 (again) and will be so until the day I die. I had a good birthday- spent the it in San Francisco looking at diamonds, diamonds, diamonds (let me know what you thought of the exhibit, Kristen). Jack got me a lovely pink Kitchenaid for my birthday. It goes well with the pirate ship and cupcake Bunt cake pans and baking supplies my family gave me.

Jack went home today :( We spent the rest of the weeking bumming around SC and he nursed me when I was home sick yesterday. If I have to be sick or sad, I want to be around Jack. He's just so good at being around and helpful without pushing or being condesending.

I am trying hard to be a better person at work- not a better worker or employee but to realize that it's just one job. It's important but isn't the last job I will ever have. I don't have to like everyone or make everyone like me. I just have to go and play whatever stupid, petty game is required of me. Critism hurts though, especially critism that is subjective or unsubstantiated. However, words cannot hurt me- the people who matter the most (those whom I love and respect and vice versa) do not feel the same way so that's all that really matters.