Blergh
5 hrs into work today and only 3 calls. Why am I even here?
I've spent most of the day filling up this entry with random quizzes from Blogthings. I just deleted all of them to type this instead. The only interesting thing is that I am apparently a Jones Pecan Pie soda.
I borrowed the Chronicles of Narnia from Allison, who is currently borrowing Fight Club. Why I'm not reading that is ridiculous. Is it possible to be so depressed that cheering yourself up is just more depressing? Well, obviously. I'm not really sure why I'm depressed except for the obvious reasons: not enough free time, Allison yelling at me earlier, I don't like my job, I felt really incompetent on a call earlier today, my schedule has changed & I'm not going to have almost any evenings free anymore, blah blah blah. It's just that, usually, my depression comes from within, whereas all those things are external. Crap! I'm being tossed around on the winds of change again. I've got to get GROUNDED. Hard to do lately, I guess.
One quiz said my job satisfaction was 35%. I'd say that's a generous estimate. I hope I can drag myself out of bed this week enough to find another job or I'll be so depressed that I won't be able to drag myself out of bed. Welcome to my life. (I can't help laughing at my own patheticness sometimes. It's like something in me is looking at the rest of me and saying, "What? Are you serious?! Riiiight," and then barrels off into a roll of laughter.)
But now I'm getting a little melodramatic.
It's 7:36pm. Time for pizza & a book.
I've spent most of the day filling up this entry with random quizzes from Blogthings. I just deleted all of them to type this instead. The only interesting thing is that I am apparently a Jones Pecan Pie soda.
I borrowed the Chronicles of Narnia from Allison, who is currently borrowing Fight Club. Why I'm not reading that is ridiculous. Is it possible to be so depressed that cheering yourself up is just more depressing? Well, obviously. I'm not really sure why I'm depressed except for the obvious reasons: not enough free time, Allison yelling at me earlier, I don't like my job, I felt really incompetent on a call earlier today, my schedule has changed & I'm not going to have almost any evenings free anymore, blah blah blah. It's just that, usually, my depression comes from within, whereas all those things are external. Crap! I'm being tossed around on the winds of change again. I've got to get GROUNDED. Hard to do lately, I guess.
One quiz said my job satisfaction was 35%. I'd say that's a generous estimate. I hope I can drag myself out of bed this week enough to find another job or I'll be so depressed that I won't be able to drag myself out of bed. Welcome to my life. (I can't help laughing at my own patheticness sometimes. It's like something in me is looking at the rest of me and saying, "What? Are you serious?! Riiiight," and then barrels off into a roll of laughter.)
But now I'm getting a little melodramatic.
It's 7:36pm. Time for pizza & a book.