It's always the quiet ones ...
Since my cousin's birthday party Wednesday night, I have been in my house for a total of 8 hours.
Came home Sunday night from Ludlow, as you all know, and laid in bed for about 3 and a half hours. Around 4 hours last night.
*DEAD*
I left work at ... 12-something last night, got home at 12:30, got up at 4:30 and headed to the gym and then back to work. I'll probably have to put in some extra hours, again, tonight.
Whee!
I get paid tomorrow and then have a doctor's appointment during my lunch (I've had some serious problems with my monthly) and then I'm going up to Ludlow to hang out with Tim. We may watch The Station Agent, which I've been dying to see for a while now. Or we may not, which would be okay, too. The thought of seeing him again, so soon, is virtually the only thing keeping me at work and standing and from just going completely insane.
Because of nepotism and company money troubles and just piss-poor management skills, I may be out of a job by the end of the week. I'm busting my ass and I'm really fucking trying here, but I'm not sure there's anything that can be done about it. I'm bracing myself for the worst come Friday. Especially after the crap meeting we had yesterday.
Thursday, I'll be spending my entire afternoon/evening applying to some other places. And just waiting for the ax to fall.
And then Friday I get to see Tim again and we have that dinner with my aunt Anne, which will be such a good, needed, relaxing end to an otherwise stressful week. I'm really looking forward to that. And to just the end of this week, period.
And then Saturday is New York City with Sheena!!!! WHOO!!
Soooo good!
I had very much come to terms with being at my sister's birthday picnic on Sunday, especially since Tim will be there with me, but then I got an email from my father last night, informing everyone that it would be at Diane's house.
*deflates*
I don't enjoy it so much when we're on her turf. Things get too complicated and stressful. And that house makes me uncomfortable and she makes me uncomfortable and you put them together and you get a frazzled, shakey, unhappy Malorie.
Oh well.
Our next DnD session will also be at their house. And what with being busy with other friends and plans and not really wanting to continue the game with everyone participating in it, I may just end up bowing out of the game altogether.
Eh.
I'm gonna put in some Ben Folds and mellow out and you guessed it! Enter some more numbers into this here computer. Goc! bless data entry!
And Goc! bless us everyone.
-Cupcake out
P.S. Dear Joel,
I know where you live.
Forever yours,
Cupcake xoxo
Came home Sunday night from Ludlow, as you all know, and laid in bed for about 3 and a half hours. Around 4 hours last night.
*DEAD*
I left work at ... 12-something last night, got home at 12:30, got up at 4:30 and headed to the gym and then back to work. I'll probably have to put in some extra hours, again, tonight.
Whee!
I get paid tomorrow and then have a doctor's appointment during my lunch (I've had some serious problems with my monthly) and then I'm going up to Ludlow to hang out with Tim. We may watch The Station Agent, which I've been dying to see for a while now. Or we may not, which would be okay, too. The thought of seeing him again, so soon, is virtually the only thing keeping me at work and standing and from just going completely insane.
Because of nepotism and company money troubles and just piss-poor management skills, I may be out of a job by the end of the week. I'm busting my ass and I'm really fucking trying here, but I'm not sure there's anything that can be done about it. I'm bracing myself for the worst come Friday. Especially after the crap meeting we had yesterday.
Thursday, I'll be spending my entire afternoon/evening applying to some other places. And just waiting for the ax to fall.
And then Friday I get to see Tim again and we have that dinner with my aunt Anne, which will be such a good, needed, relaxing end to an otherwise stressful week. I'm really looking forward to that. And to just the end of this week, period.
And then Saturday is New York City with Sheena!!!! WHOO!!
Soooo good!
I had very much come to terms with being at my sister's birthday picnic on Sunday, especially since Tim will be there with me, but then I got an email from my father last night, informing everyone that it would be at Diane's house.
*deflates*
I don't enjoy it so much when we're on her turf. Things get too complicated and stressful. And that house makes me uncomfortable and she makes me uncomfortable and you put them together and you get a frazzled, shakey, unhappy Malorie.
Oh well.
Our next DnD session will also be at their house. And what with being busy with other friends and plans and not really wanting to continue the game with everyone participating in it, I may just end up bowing out of the game altogether.
Eh.
I'm gonna put in some Ben Folds and mellow out and you guessed it! Enter some more numbers into this here computer. Goc! bless data entry!
And Goc! bless us everyone.
-Cupcake out
P.S. Dear Joel,
I know where you live.
Forever yours,
Cupcake xoxo