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I feel like I'm working non-stop with little to no reward. Last week I worked 6 days in a row. I had Saturday off, but I went to my parents' house for Father's Day. This week I'm working 7 days straight since Sunday. I have this Sunday off when I need to do a laundry marathon and pack pretty much all of my shit. Now next weekend my schedule is from Monday through Saturday with Sunday off which is when I'll move...all day. I'm picking the truck up at 8 am. Sometime in that week I need to hang out with my newly engaged sister who is coming up from Cincinnati, probably lunch. Boyfriend time? What's that? Friends? I think I had them once. Money? Don't remember ever having that. I just got my car fixed...again. It runs really great now and it wasn't too bad, but it's still unexpected money I was hoping to be able to save this summer. And I told my mom I would clean her basement for some financial help also. My life is pretty much fucked for the next three months at the least. Then I start grad school. I only have class once a day 3 days a week. I'm going to have to convince the school to let me have another job otherwise I'll go insane from boredom. I need to be busy. It helps me manage my time better.
Otherwise things are pretty normal. No waves, thank goodness.
Otherwise things are pretty normal. No waves, thank goodness.