I'm dying
I have been spreading myself way too thin lately. In an attempt to compensate for my huge financial defecit, I am working 30 hours a week at both jobs. It wouldn't be that bad if I worked at some mom n' pop hardware store where I can just flick pennies into a mason jar all day waiting for anyone to show up. Instead I work two jobs which basically require me to be on and awake and alert for every breathing second I'm on the floor. If I sit down or put my hands in my pocket, someone always rattles my cage. It really really sucks. I want to get my hair cut! I want to finish Killer 7! I want to return those pants to Club Monaco! I want to see those free movies with Liz! I want to use those free Billy Idol tickets! I want some goddamn me time!
What makes everything so much worse is that right now is prime-time bad allergy season. I feel absolutely dreadful every waking hour up until the first frost. My eyes are itchy and dry, my nose is raw and runs like a tap, my throat is devilishly itchy and sore, I can't stop sneezing, my ears keep popping and I can't hear anything. My voice is all fucked up and mumbly (moreso than usual). Everything sounds like a hum. I am almost rendered completely ineffective. This goes on EVERY DAY.
I also feel really bad cause when Liz hangs out with me after work, she gets nothing but a broken husk of a man whose spirit has been dragged through the very bowels of retail hell. It's like she showed up at a doorcrasher sale at Macy's 5 minutes before closing time when the clothing racks are mangled and skeletal; stripped bare in the wake of the savage pillaging. It also doesn't help that between the two of us, we are complete welfare cases (well, at least I am).
I'm sorry baby :(
This land is barren now and grows no fruit. It will one day return to it's former glory, when time and money were ours to spend. Until then, we'll just close our eyes and clench our teeth and wait until the storm passes us over...
What makes everything so much worse is that right now is prime-time bad allergy season. I feel absolutely dreadful every waking hour up until the first frost. My eyes are itchy and dry, my nose is raw and runs like a tap, my throat is devilishly itchy and sore, I can't stop sneezing, my ears keep popping and I can't hear anything. My voice is all fucked up and mumbly (moreso than usual). Everything sounds like a hum. I am almost rendered completely ineffective. This goes on EVERY DAY.
I also feel really bad cause when Liz hangs out with me after work, she gets nothing but a broken husk of a man whose spirit has been dragged through the very bowels of retail hell. It's like she showed up at a doorcrasher sale at Macy's 5 minutes before closing time when the clothing racks are mangled and skeletal; stripped bare in the wake of the savage pillaging. It also doesn't help that between the two of us, we are complete welfare cases (well, at least I am).
I'm sorry baby :(
This land is barren now and grows no fruit. It will one day return to it's former glory, when time and money were ours to spend. Until then, we'll just close our eyes and clench our teeth and wait until the storm passes us over...