Work, Work!

This work is getting crazy and I love it. How my day goes away its insane and I like that distraction. I rarely get the time to think about him now. I don't think of dad too. Which is very good, because I'm done crying, I'm done literally trying so hard to distract myself. I need this stress, I need it to prove to myself that I can make it out of this ditch. It's good to be doing something productive and thinking outside the box and knowing that I am working myself hard for something and getting returns of the same. 

They say that hard-work has no substitute, but what I've realised out of my ten years worth of experience is that people get away with a lot even when they don't work hard. For work well done, you need to have vision to see what results you are seeking. I respect people who have work ethic, for something in your life this big, which fetches you your livelihood, you need to show some respect. I take a lot of pride in the work that I do and it hurts me to the core, when someone disrespects the work that I do.