My mom and I got into a huge fight. We never fight. Never. And if we do, it's over silly things and we always wound up hugging and laughing it away. So you can imagine how shaken up I am. I'm trying to call her cellphone, but she's not picking up. I hope it's because she has a meeting and that she's not ignoring me. Damn caller id.
Life is so fucking complicated...ugh...and I hate it. I'm calling this guy who lives in St. Peters tonight, he's looking for roommates, and the price seems right (there was a flier thumb-tacked in the Student Center in the campus lounge.) so I'm going for it. Finals starting next week...thank god my hours for work have been cut in half due to a new manager who was half-assed trained and has no idea what he's doing.
I'm grumpy. I am having a caffeine-withdrawal headache that's pounding away at my temples. Those have been coming more frequently. I'm calling my doc soon to get some actual medicine for it. It interferes with my driving too badly. I go to work in an hour. I've an hour to calm myself down.
Then, I plaster on a sweet face and make it seem like the best job in the world. I don't care what they say...work is a good escape sometimes, especially during hard days like this. The customers adore me, my co-workers and managers adore me, might as well take advantage of it.
Life is so fucking complicated...ugh...and I hate it. I'm calling this guy who lives in St. Peters tonight, he's looking for roommates, and the price seems right (there was a flier thumb-tacked in the Student Center in the campus lounge.) so I'm going for it. Finals starting next week...thank god my hours for work have been cut in half due to a new manager who was half-assed trained and has no idea what he's doing.
I'm grumpy. I am having a caffeine-withdrawal headache that's pounding away at my temples. Those have been coming more frequently. I'm calling my doc soon to get some actual medicine for it. It interferes with my driving too badly. I go to work in an hour. I've an hour to calm myself down.
Then, I plaster on a sweet face and make it seem like the best job in the world. I don't care what they say...work is a good escape sometimes, especially during hard days like this. The customers adore me, my co-workers and managers adore me, might as well take advantage of it.
switchcomb:
Work. Damn I need to look for that.
desmodius:
yeah. i used to have some pretty good fights with my mom before she died. and i understand about work too. i've been at the same place for four years... yay!! not...lol anyway. we all have our good days and our bad days... but the core group of us... the ones who don't get sick of pumping out bags of burnt wood for bbqs accross the globe( my real job is for royal oak charcoal. I make and package half burnt wood, the other job is for god fathers pizza delivering... yup. i'm all about the dead end industry standards...lol) and quit. we are pretty close and it makes us forget the shit that's going on outside in the real world... we just laugh. get dirty, and try to have a good time....