This job is no good for my mental state. I had a fairly decent day, if by "fairly decent" you mean "I got home at 5:50 instead of 6:50 like yesterday." I had enough time to run into my house, use the bathroom in a frantic rush, and change out of work clothes before I had to head to volunteering. I had a pretty good time there but I could feel the fakeness of it all - the phony smile, the false pleasantries. I am in a terrible mood and all of the "psyching out" I've tried is not working. I thought I was pretty calm a few minutes ago, and Jen touched my head and gave me a really nasty static shock, and I got really upset. I can't really live this way.
Yeah, so I ran around like a nut all day, and even had to calm down some irate adults because two of my coworkers don't do their damned jobs - that took almost an hour, which ate into my lunch. (HA! Ate. Lunch.) Later Jen called to tell me that someone vandalized our apartment by breaking one of our storm windows. We live on the second and third floors, so this took some serious talent. It's been a bang-up day and I just plain can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.
I'm up to 60 unanswered LJ comments clogging up my email account. It's getting so big and monstrous that it's hard to even start. I'm going to stop whining now and go be surly by myself. Peace out.
Yeah, so I ran around like a nut all day, and even had to calm down some irate adults because two of my coworkers don't do their damned jobs - that took almost an hour, which ate into my lunch. (HA! Ate. Lunch.) Later Jen called to tell me that someone vandalized our apartment by breaking one of our storm windows. We live on the second and third floors, so this took some serious talent. It's been a bang-up day and I just plain can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.
I'm up to 60 unanswered LJ comments clogging up my email account. It's getting so big and monstrous that it's hard to even start. I'm going to stop whining now and go be surly by myself. Peace out.