One stumbling block after another
I am trying to stay happy. I am trying to get up when I fall down, dust myself off and continue to deal. I am trying to take a deep breath and realize that things are going to be alright. I am trying to stay sane.
Work on Wednesday was, to say the least, horrible. I get really irritated when I don't have a chance to sit down, eat, or go to bathroom for hours and hours on end (like 8 hour shifts). I get irritated that I only get paid $7.30/hr to do everything that I'm expected to do. At that wage, I should just be expected to sit there and smile. I should have gotten a job in retail or something. It would have been less worse. And I could sell people shit. Why not?
After work I got 3 messages that sucked. Greycast didn't get in with the Taproot show, which was going to be a huge deal. Riley got bit by a bug and had to go to the hospital, so he had to miss sailing yet again. And...the deadline for the Venetian Guide got moved back a week. I have a lot to do and no time to do it. I probably shouldn't be writing this, or even be down in Kalamazoo right now. I need my friends right now though, more than ever.
The article for SAIL is going horribly, too. I wrote a 300 word piece for a story and it was shortened to less than 100 words that sound nothing like my writing. I don't feel comfortable having my name under something I didn't write at all, especially when it sounds so goddamn stupid. It's something dumb about how the 17's are like rare flowers, and even says that the 17's (they're boats) are "happy" in summertime Michigan winds. I'd never write something that cheesy. And I'd never say in a professional publication that an inanimate object is happy.
Show tonight. Maybe I'll get intoxicated before we leave. It's too goddamn expensive to go out anymore. Oh, Adam took me to see dueling pianos last night. I liked the pianos, being with Adam, and the $3 you-call-its...and that's about it.
Work on Wednesday was, to say the least, horrible. I get really irritated when I don't have a chance to sit down, eat, or go to bathroom for hours and hours on end (like 8 hour shifts). I get irritated that I only get paid $7.30/hr to do everything that I'm expected to do. At that wage, I should just be expected to sit there and smile. I should have gotten a job in retail or something. It would have been less worse. And I could sell people shit. Why not?
After work I got 3 messages that sucked. Greycast didn't get in with the Taproot show, which was going to be a huge deal. Riley got bit by a bug and had to go to the hospital, so he had to miss sailing yet again. And...the deadline for the Venetian Guide got moved back a week. I have a lot to do and no time to do it. I probably shouldn't be writing this, or even be down in Kalamazoo right now. I need my friends right now though, more than ever.
The article for SAIL is going horribly, too. I wrote a 300 word piece for a story and it was shortened to less than 100 words that sound nothing like my writing. I don't feel comfortable having my name under something I didn't write at all, especially when it sounds so goddamn stupid. It's something dumb about how the 17's are like rare flowers, and even says that the 17's (they're boats) are "happy" in summertime Michigan winds. I'd never write something that cheesy. And I'd never say in a professional publication that an inanimate object is happy.
Show tonight. Maybe I'll get intoxicated before we leave. It's too goddamn expensive to go out anymore. Oh, Adam took me to see dueling pianos last night. I liked the pianos, being with Adam, and the $3 you-call-its...and that's about it.