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Oh, god, I feel like death on toast. I flipped out a little bit at work today and threatened to walk out early if I was given a rollicking over various issues that are all Not My Concern. Long story. I am far past caring, now, and only going in so as not to screw around the few people I don't despise. It does make life rather stressful though, and it doesn't help that my parents feel my job is essentially worthless. I know it is, and I know what they do is harder, but there we go. My mum wants me to take some jeans back to New Look in town tomorrow. I don't always get to leave the store on what is laughingly called my lunch break, and it'll take hours to return something there, but when I pointed out that we were launching winter and as such rather busy, she looked at me like I was mad. Sorry, sometimes retail work is hard too. An eight hour shift includes at least two hours commuting for me; I know in nursing a ten hour day isn't that tricky, but it's not easy, either.
(It's not super on my self-esteem to be constantly told how rubbish what I do for a living is. I know this. My self-esteem is already dealing with a lot, please leave it alone.)
Doesn't help I have some stupid cold thing going on. I have a terribly sore throat, mild fever and a hacking cough, so despite the fact I'm so tired I just want to curl into a ball I can't actually sleep.
And I wanted to spend this evening on the internet - the first free evening I've had in a week, you know - but Megan wants to use the kitchen table for something. She has headphones in and is playing some dreadful rave music so loudly that it's all I can hear. Some peace and quiet, please. I can't even put my headphones in! I don't get any free time, not really, and even when I do it's in this shared house. My laptop is still On The Blink and the DVD player won't play the DVDs for some reason, so my DS9 watching is at a crawl at best.
I theoretically have this weekend on. I shall sleep and watch Star Trek and everything else be damned.
Last night I went to see a friend who has broken her spine on a fall down the stairs, so I shouldn't complain really as at last my back is all in one piece. She's as okay as can be expected, and is very lucky in that she seems to have missed out on paralysis etc, but Christ on a stick.
But the music is very, very loud, and I just want some peae and quiet to read internet comics for a few hours. Instead, I shall listen to bad remixes and the occasional berating that I am 'miserable'. Of course I'm fucking miserable, I live with my parents and this is the closest I get to some 'me' time.
I am also a little hormonal. This is probably not helping.
I am going to see a poential new car on Friday. This may or may not be exciting. We shall see.
(Internet, I still love you. I promise. But you and I are not seeing each other a lot, but I promise, I shall try harder in the future. SOON I HAVE EMPLOYMENT WHERE EVERY EVENING SHALL BE A FREE EVENING, AND I SHALL NOT HAVE AN UP TO NINETY MINUTES COMMUTE. Then we shall rekindle our love. In the meanwhile, please stay safe flist, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.)
(It's not super on my self-esteem to be constantly told how rubbish what I do for a living is. I know this. My self-esteem is already dealing with a lot, please leave it alone.)
Doesn't help I have some stupid cold thing going on. I have a terribly sore throat, mild fever and a hacking cough, so despite the fact I'm so tired I just want to curl into a ball I can't actually sleep.
And I wanted to spend this evening on the internet - the first free evening I've had in a week, you know - but Megan wants to use the kitchen table for something. She has headphones in and is playing some dreadful rave music so loudly that it's all I can hear. Some peace and quiet, please. I can't even put my headphones in! I don't get any free time, not really, and even when I do it's in this shared house. My laptop is still On The Blink and the DVD player won't play the DVDs for some reason, so my DS9 watching is at a crawl at best.
I theoretically have this weekend on. I shall sleep and watch Star Trek and everything else be damned.
Last night I went to see a friend who has broken her spine on a fall down the stairs, so I shouldn't complain really as at last my back is all in one piece. She's as okay as can be expected, and is very lucky in that she seems to have missed out on paralysis etc, but Christ on a stick.
But the music is very, very loud, and I just want some peae and quiet to read internet comics for a few hours. Instead, I shall listen to bad remixes and the occasional berating that I am 'miserable'. Of course I'm fucking miserable, I live with my parents and this is the closest I get to some 'me' time.
I am also a little hormonal. This is probably not helping.
I am going to see a poential new car on Friday. This may or may not be exciting. We shall see.
(Internet, I still love you. I promise. But you and I are not seeing each other a lot, but I promise, I shall try harder in the future. SOON I HAVE EMPLOYMENT WHERE EVERY EVENING SHALL BE A FREE EVENING, AND I SHALL NOT HAVE AN UP TO NINETY MINUTES COMMUTE. Then we shall rekindle our love. In the meanwhile, please stay safe flist, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.)