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This has been a bad month.
The short version is this: Truck exploded. Worked a whole lot in very cold environment and only got to see the sun when I was walking from the bus stop to my house. It was unpleasant because it's starting to get hot. (Not today, though. It's nice.) All my friends sleep when I wake and vice-versa, so I only got to see other people about twice a week.
On top of that, they fired me on Tuesday night. They thought I was stealing two boxes of rotten food. If they're going to treat me like a common criminal, good riddance to them. I knew working for Big Corporation was a big mistake, but it paid the rent.
I'm two days behind on looking for a job, though. I was supposed to have the truck on Thursday morning, and it ended up being afterhours and STILL wasn't fixed. So it's been in the shop for two and a half hours as I type this today and still no word from anyone.
But I digress.
My six-month anniversary is on either side of midnight tonight. I need ideas. This is big because I know she got me something, and I'm afraid that my broke self will pale in comparison to whatever it is she got. So I'm going to have to play thoughtful, but I'm still a zombie from trying to adjust to being a not-third-shifter again. But I can't ask for help because that's... lame. Yeah. Totally. I'll look around Mom's and find some ideas.
At the very least, I think this long streak of depression is finally over. I'm back on daywalker hours, I can always go back to construction (either union glazing or day-labor, neither of which is so bad and tends to be hopping during the summer) or something like that. Anything to survive until July, really. Then, I can get a lame little 20 a week job and start back to school. I'll have to start on financial aid soon, but I might be screwed because both my parents are professionals. We shall see.
Well, back to a gift hunt and maybe I'll hear from the shop soonish. Send me stuff and things, because I like those. Address is below.
The short version is this: Truck exploded. Worked a whole lot in very cold environment and only got to see the sun when I was walking from the bus stop to my house. It was unpleasant because it's starting to get hot. (Not today, though. It's nice.) All my friends sleep when I wake and vice-versa, so I only got to see other people about twice a week.
On top of that, they fired me on Tuesday night. They thought I was stealing two boxes of rotten food. If they're going to treat me like a common criminal, good riddance to them. I knew working for Big Corporation was a big mistake, but it paid the rent.
I'm two days behind on looking for a job, though. I was supposed to have the truck on Thursday morning, and it ended up being afterhours and STILL wasn't fixed. So it's been in the shop for two and a half hours as I type this today and still no word from anyone.
But I digress.
My six-month anniversary is on either side of midnight tonight. I need ideas. This is big because I know she got me something, and I'm afraid that my broke self will pale in comparison to whatever it is she got. So I'm going to have to play thoughtful, but I'm still a zombie from trying to adjust to being a not-third-shifter again. But I can't ask for help because that's... lame. Yeah. Totally. I'll look around Mom's and find some ideas.
At the very least, I think this long streak of depression is finally over. I'm back on daywalker hours, I can always go back to construction (either union glazing or day-labor, neither of which is so bad and tends to be hopping during the summer) or something like that. Anything to survive until July, really. Then, I can get a lame little 20 a week job and start back to school. I'll have to start on financial aid soon, but I might be screwed because both my parents are professionals. We shall see.
Well, back to a gift hunt and maybe I'll hear from the shop soonish. Send me stuff and things, because I like those. Address is below.