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I'm working tonight 4:30-9, which basically trashes out my social life and my sleep schedule both at once. (for those of you on the day crew, that's the equivalent of 4:30-9AM on your day off.)
I don't have another day off until March. Yet I'm still not getting THAT much overtime.
I hate my job sometimes. I hate my life. I hate my tiny, tiny apartment and the piles of crap I've accumulated. Today I had this urge to throw out the couch. I'm going to be boxing up and giving away books later in the month, and throwing out a lot of craft stuff (i.e. sending it to good homes).
I have, count 'em, FORTY FIVE sweet glorious minutes of solitude today. I need sleep, I need it badly. I need to be alone in a room until I'm tired of being alone.
I normally don't bitch about private stuff here, but I'm gonna break the rule just this once since it's apparently just a difference in manners, and say this: ( announcement )
My place is too small. WAY too small.
I don't have another day off until March. Yet I'm still not getting THAT much overtime.
I hate my job sometimes. I hate my life. I hate my tiny, tiny apartment and the piles of crap I've accumulated. Today I had this urge to throw out the couch. I'm going to be boxing up and giving away books later in the month, and throwing out a lot of craft stuff (i.e. sending it to good homes).
I have, count 'em, FORTY FIVE sweet glorious minutes of solitude today. I need sleep, I need it badly. I need to be alone in a room until I'm tired of being alone.
I normally don't bitch about private stuff here, but I'm gonna break the rule just this once since it's apparently just a difference in manners, and say this: ( announcement )
My place is too small. WAY too small.
