I can't quite put my finger on it, but I've had somewhat of a struggle to try and remain a positive mood lately.  I'm not sure what it is exactly, but it is starting to really bother me.  Part of me wants to assume that my body had become somewhat accustomed to eating pain medication every six hours and now that has all stopped and my body is having something of a culture-shock.  Or it's work, IDK work has been really shitty lately.  The energy and enthusiasm expressed in that kitchen the week Jon was gone is long gone now and its back to normal.  Normal sucks.  There is no what is your great idea, there is only what Jon knows and how Jon knows it.  There isn't really room for other ideas.  Plus he doesn't think too highly of me to begin with.  That shit he kept pulling on Sunday, having me leave the bar to go get spring mix, making salami sticks on the fly for him are all things he would have been just laughing about out at the bar if the roles where reversed. I'm trying not to think about it too much, and trying my hardest to remember what Nicole said about staying positive, and keeping positive thoughts in my head as for a recipe for a good day.