It's my party and I cry if I want to
I turned 22 today. I'd rather be 21 or 23, 22 is such a stupid number.
Had a shitty day at work, so it wasn't the best birthday ever. Am not too talktative really but it had been awhile since I updated, so.
Work is okay. It could be worse, but also better. Colleagues are nice, and I have a thing for people with friendly voices (even when everybody else seem to dislike them). One of the many drawbacks though is that I'm behind the computer all day, and that's not necessarily something I like. Also, I have to phone with English people whom I don't understand most of the time. And there I was thinking my English was OK. Really fun thing is that from next week on I'm supposed to call with Spanish people. I know already that I won't be able to understand them. God, what a job. What a life. Working from 8.30 to 5 isn't quite an improvement of the lameness of my life before I had this job. But hey, I have money. Though I'd rather have a job I Truly Like. I'm nervous every evening for the following day. The first two hours are hell - I feel like crying most of the time for reasons I don't quite know myself - maybe the not knowing how to do things, etc etc. When I'm past that it's relatively nice though. Nice is a big word maybe, but it's doable. It isn't utter hell. But oh god - the mere thought of having to do this each and every single day apart from the weekends, for the next few months (years?) is killing. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'd almost be wishfully thinking about writing a thesis.
I'm PMSing, hence the moaning and feeling shitty. (And the thesis-thing. I still don't regret quitting whatsoever. It's just that it was less of a disaster to mess it up. Plus there was.. oh right I wouldn't talk about her anymore. Hah. I'm actually getting over her, how miraculous is that?)
I got nice presents by the way: a bracelet, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, the Scissor Sisters album, a very awesome lantarn, a scarf, a book token (?) and a lot of money. Yayness! I'm going to shop this Wednesday, I think.
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Had a shitty day at work, so it wasn't the best birthday ever. Am not too talktative really but it had been awhile since I updated, so.
Work is okay. It could be worse, but also better. Colleagues are nice, and I have a thing for people with friendly voices (even when everybody else seem to dislike them). One of the many drawbacks though is that I'm behind the computer all day, and that's not necessarily something I like. Also, I have to phone with English people whom I don't understand most of the time. And there I was thinking my English was OK. Really fun thing is that from next week on I'm supposed to call with Spanish people. I know already that I won't be able to understand them. God, what a job. What a life. Working from 8.30 to 5 isn't quite an improvement of the lameness of my life before I had this job. But hey, I have money. Though I'd rather have a job I Truly Like. I'm nervous every evening for the following day. The first two hours are hell - I feel like crying most of the time for reasons I don't quite know myself - maybe the not knowing how to do things, etc etc. When I'm past that it's relatively nice though. Nice is a big word maybe, but it's doable. It isn't utter hell. But oh god - the mere thought of having to do this each and every single day apart from the weekends, for the next few months (years?) is killing. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'd almost be wishfully thinking about writing a thesis.
I'm PMSing, hence the moaning and feeling shitty. (And the thesis-thing. I still don't regret quitting whatsoever. It's just that it was less of a disaster to mess it up. Plus there was.. oh right I wouldn't talk about her anymore. Hah. I'm actually getting over her, how miraculous is that?)
I got nice presents by the way: a bracelet, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, the Scissor Sisters album, a very awesome lantarn, a scarf, a book token (?) and a lot of money. Yayness! I'm going to shop this Wednesday, I think.
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