Stuck

I'm at work, stuck. Waiting. It's B's mom's last night in town and I think they wanted to go out to dinner, but I guess I'm not going with them. You make sacrifices for work and wonder if they're worth it. Especially when it sometimes seems that the people you're sacrificing for wouldn't stick up for you when they had the chance to.
There's a person I know who keeps saying "At the end of their life, no one looks back and wishes they'd have worked more." We all know it, but I'm still here, waiting on other people so I can do my job and get home to the more important things in life.