I have a seemingly incurable case of the blahs today. Work's still got me down, we haven't signed the lease for the new place yet, which is making me really antsy, and because I'm trying to pack up our life, the house is a disaster.
Blah.
I'll feel better when (gotta keep saying "when," or I'll go mad thinking that I'll be at Stage Nine through the summer) I get a county job, and after we move, and once Bryan leaves Steamers, and our lives have the chance to settle a bit. Right now, everything seems so uncertain and up in the air, and it's got me utterly stressed.
The thing I most look forward to in the coming weeks has to be a lack of roommates. I'm so sick of it. I want to be able to take a shower whenever the hell I feel like it. Douchey roommate and his Girlthing bogarted the hell out of the bathroom this morning, so I remain unshowered. Should probably take care of that, but I am cranky.
Watched Adaptation last night. Really enjoyable. I can't stand Nicolas Cage, but somehow, I was able to look past him. I guess Charlie Kauffman is just that good.
Every day I have to go to work, I feel more miserable about it. It's not like I try to hate work, it just seems to cast a dark shadow over my day. For a while, I really enjoyed work. Right after I got my raise. Then, after 3 months of working my ass off and seeing nothing in return, I am miserable once again. This shit sure isn't worth 8.50 an hour. It's pathetic.
Especially considering the crazies I seem to always deal with. The guy last night claiming to be Teri Hatcher's cousin, demanding I give him her fake celebrity ID, or give him the information of the company that makes them, because she wouldn't like her image being used like that, so we're going to get sued.
Uh, right. I'm so tired of that shit.
Blah.
I'll feel better when (gotta keep saying "when," or I'll go mad thinking that I'll be at Stage Nine through the summer) I get a county job, and after we move, and once Bryan leaves Steamers, and our lives have the chance to settle a bit. Right now, everything seems so uncertain and up in the air, and it's got me utterly stressed.
The thing I most look forward to in the coming weeks has to be a lack of roommates. I'm so sick of it. I want to be able to take a shower whenever the hell I feel like it. Douchey roommate and his Girlthing bogarted the hell out of the bathroom this morning, so I remain unshowered. Should probably take care of that, but I am cranky.
Watched Adaptation last night. Really enjoyable. I can't stand Nicolas Cage, but somehow, I was able to look past him. I guess Charlie Kauffman is just that good.
Every day I have to go to work, I feel more miserable about it. It's not like I try to hate work, it just seems to cast a dark shadow over my day. For a while, I really enjoyed work. Right after I got my raise. Then, after 3 months of working my ass off and seeing nothing in return, I am miserable once again. This shit sure isn't worth 8.50 an hour. It's pathetic.
Especially considering the crazies I seem to always deal with. The guy last night claiming to be Teri Hatcher's cousin, demanding I give him her fake celebrity ID, or give him the information of the company that makes them, because she wouldn't like her image being used like that, so we're going to get sued.
Uh, right. I'm so tired of that shit.
tds:
Sometimes it helps to just be totally unfiltered for a day. Gets the blahs out, at least mostly. I mean, yeah, some people might be rubbed the wrong way, but it's a small price to pay for mental health, I think. 