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considering how miserable my job makes me, my work schedule really rounds out the week pretty well.
monday and tuesday i work 9 to 6. regular days. miserable, at work, but at least i get home early enough to maybe make some dinner (maybe) and enjoy the evening at home.
wednesday, the shift no one wants, but it breaks up the week well and i work noon to 9. i get up with elliot around 8 and have some coffee. do the dishes and listen to the radio, watch the news and clean up a little (maybe), spend some time with myself. it's a crapshoot with my mood because sometimes i feel fine and sometimes all that idle time makes me freak out. i always feel okay again by the time i get to work. the office clears out around 6 and the last 3 hours is just coasting.
the rest of the week is totally downhill. 9 to 6 again on thursday and home for movie nite with dave and claire.
friday is a breeze usually. a 7-hour shift from 9:30 to 4:30. maybe we order a pizza and usually we do nothing else.
the weekend is a glorious playground of whatever i want. it is a blessing that i don't work saturdays often so we get to lounge around or get out and do some things.
living with elliot is awesome. we get along so well in co-habitation that sometimes i get nervous and have nightmares about things going badly. often it takes me even a couple hours to remember that i am happy here.
been having a lot of anxiety creep up out of nothing again lately and now that i think about it, maybe writing more helps me deal with it better. checking in with myself in actual words written down or typed is the kind of therapy i guess i don't allow myself much now that i'm settling in with e and making a home for the first time for real and occupied with company.
i don't have anything significant to write about but i never did. just writing for myself to look back on is nice.
monday and tuesday i work 9 to 6. regular days. miserable, at work, but at least i get home early enough to maybe make some dinner (maybe) and enjoy the evening at home.
wednesday, the shift no one wants, but it breaks up the week well and i work noon to 9. i get up with elliot around 8 and have some coffee. do the dishes and listen to the radio, watch the news and clean up a little (maybe), spend some time with myself. it's a crapshoot with my mood because sometimes i feel fine and sometimes all that idle time makes me freak out. i always feel okay again by the time i get to work. the office clears out around 6 and the last 3 hours is just coasting.
the rest of the week is totally downhill. 9 to 6 again on thursday and home for movie nite with dave and claire.
friday is a breeze usually. a 7-hour shift from 9:30 to 4:30. maybe we order a pizza and usually we do nothing else.
the weekend is a glorious playground of whatever i want. it is a blessing that i don't work saturdays often so we get to lounge around or get out and do some things.
living with elliot is awesome. we get along so well in co-habitation that sometimes i get nervous and have nightmares about things going badly. often it takes me even a couple hours to remember that i am happy here.
been having a lot of anxiety creep up out of nothing again lately and now that i think about it, maybe writing more helps me deal with it better. checking in with myself in actual words written down or typed is the kind of therapy i guess i don't allow myself much now that i'm settling in with e and making a home for the first time for real and occupied with company.
i don't have anything significant to write about but i never did. just writing for myself to look back on is nice.