The house smells, I am smelly, work stinks...
Mother is off on another rant. The woman has two moods: estatic and giggly, and truck-driver-tourettes-angry. This time, she's ranting about those "damn men at Direct Energy". Okay, so the house smells of gas, and we have no hot water. Not too comfortable but not 3rd world conditions.
Nonna came over tonight and brought chicken cutlet for us (and one extra she made especially for Kyle!) and we went for a long walk. I was able to have an adult, rational conversation with my Nonna about life, work, school, the universe, and most importantly, Europe. She's still not crazy about the idea of me going off abroad, but at least now she knows why I have to go.
Work is still driving me crazy. The original design of the website has been scrapped. So while it's being designed, I sit at my desk with nothing but pittly 15 minute updates to do. I'd feel differently if they actually have something for me to do. This way I'd feel I'm being paid for my skills and service. Instead I feel like I'm being offered money to sacrifice 8 hours of my life each day, stuck in a cubical prison. It seems so backwards to me because I'm working these three jobs so I can afford a life.