Sick again
On the bright side, at least I've gotten this month's cold out of the way. Now I can go on with the rest of February without interruption. XP *sigh* Actually had to call in yesterday. Fever delirium and cashering don't go well together.
Aside from being contagious, things are pretty good for me on a personal level right now, though there are some things going on at work that I'm not entirely pleased about. First and foremost, I seem permanently stuck on the express lane thanks to some new rules they've enacted. Secondly, I don't get to work in the floral department--not even temporarily to make up for the Valentine's Day shortage--because of my "limited availability". (Which of course no one bothered to tell me about until I pestered them for the second time this month) That phrase seems to be coming up more and more lately. When I first took this job my availability was supposedly excellent and delightful and just what they needed. Over the past month though I've heard a lot of not-so subtle comments from my higher ups that indicate they're not too pleased by the fact that I constantly leave "so early". (As if 5pm is early somehow.) I'm pretty annoyed about this because A) my availability is just fine, and B) I REALLY wanted to work in floral for awhile, to see what it was like and if I'd enjoy a transfer. Though at this point they probably wouldn't take me anyway because of my "availability issues". Hmph. I suppose I'll work it out somehow. I'll either quit or eventually transfer into another department...I don't like the idea of quitting, since that would mean leaving my friends behind, but it's always a possibility. Though I already know not to make any career choices when I'm sick. Even though I feel pretty good tonight, every time I feel a little bit under the weather I become extremely displeased with my job and immediately start contemplating jumping ship. Since I'm clearly not in a rational state at times like this, I'm not going to make any important decisions. Still. It annoys me when I don't get what I want. It also annoys me that I had to put off all the important things I had planned this week (such as finishing up voice work for Justin and actually getting caught up on chores) because of another stupid cold. I know I was eventually going to get a kick in the ass for living such a sheltered life, but seriously, a cold every month? Really? Bloody fucking hell.
I know I should be making blog posts more often but honestly I don't have much to talk about. Sure, I could gush about every conversation I've had with my work friends over the past week, but I'm aware that those sorts of things are really only interesting to me. I haven't been writing nearly as much as I should be. I think I'm going to start saving up for a laptop again, (a friend at work suggested a Mac and I think I'm going to follow his advice see as how he is knowledgeable about such things) and maybe that'll help, but most of it's just been laziness. (And being sick. Writing when you're feverish is a bit of a hit and miss proposition.) I've started a new short story that I'm keeping under wraps for the moment, and while I like it, it is difficult to find the time or energy to work on it. Sometimes I get a chance to scribble at work, but honestly it's such a disturbing atmosphere and I'm so busy trying to eat or socialize with my friends during break time that I don't usually get much done. Once again I'm annoyed by the fact that I can only ever see my friends at work. I really wish I had my own car or my own apartment or SOMETHING, but there's no way I could ever afford any of that on my current salary. I guess I'm done being satisfied with this latest life stage, and now I'm ready for the next one. The past few months (as of yesterday I've been working for four months, woohoo!) were great but some of the enjoyment is starting to wear off. That could still be the cold talking but I often find myself wishing I had somewhere to go other than home when my workday is over. Eh. Chalk it up to youthful restlessness, I suppose. Still, though. I'm at that age everybody sighs over and wishes they could get back to, and I'm not really doing anything with it. Is this something I'm going to regret later? Then again who defines what "doing something" with your life is anyway? I don't know. I guess I'll go on as best I can and leave off wondering about the rest. Nothing I can do to change it anyway. Doesn't change the fact I feel like a bit of a hypocrite sometimes, blathering on about being a writer and not actually doing any writing. I've let my old works go and while on the one hand I think that was the right choice, on the other it means that I have to come up with something new to fill the void...and my natural tendency to procrastinate and be distracted by shiny objects is getting in the way of that a little bit. ^_^;;
So yeah. That's my life right now in a nutshell. Sick, trying to save money instead of spending it willy-nilly, still enjoying the company of my friends, and still amazed by the amount of bureaucratic silliness that goes on in the workplaces of America. Oh, and I'm still sort of a writer. Can't forget that bit. *eyeroll*
Aside from being contagious, things are pretty good for me on a personal level right now, though there are some things going on at work that I'm not entirely pleased about. First and foremost, I seem permanently stuck on the express lane thanks to some new rules they've enacted. Secondly, I don't get to work in the floral department--not even temporarily to make up for the Valentine's Day shortage--because of my "limited availability". (Which of course no one bothered to tell me about until I pestered them for the second time this month) That phrase seems to be coming up more and more lately. When I first took this job my availability was supposedly excellent and delightful and just what they needed. Over the past month though I've heard a lot of not-so subtle comments from my higher ups that indicate they're not too pleased by the fact that I constantly leave "so early". (As if 5pm is early somehow.) I'm pretty annoyed about this because A) my availability is just fine, and B) I REALLY wanted to work in floral for awhile, to see what it was like and if I'd enjoy a transfer. Though at this point they probably wouldn't take me anyway because of my "availability issues". Hmph. I suppose I'll work it out somehow. I'll either quit or eventually transfer into another department...I don't like the idea of quitting, since that would mean leaving my friends behind, but it's always a possibility. Though I already know not to make any career choices when I'm sick. Even though I feel pretty good tonight, every time I feel a little bit under the weather I become extremely displeased with my job and immediately start contemplating jumping ship. Since I'm clearly not in a rational state at times like this, I'm not going to make any important decisions. Still. It annoys me when I don't get what I want. It also annoys me that I had to put off all the important things I had planned this week (such as finishing up voice work for Justin and actually getting caught up on chores) because of another stupid cold. I know I was eventually going to get a kick in the ass for living such a sheltered life, but seriously, a cold every month? Really? Bloody fucking hell.
I know I should be making blog posts more often but honestly I don't have much to talk about. Sure, I could gush about every conversation I've had with my work friends over the past week, but I'm aware that those sorts of things are really only interesting to me. I haven't been writing nearly as much as I should be. I think I'm going to start saving up for a laptop again, (a friend at work suggested a Mac and I think I'm going to follow his advice see as how he is knowledgeable about such things) and maybe that'll help, but most of it's just been laziness. (And being sick. Writing when you're feverish is a bit of a hit and miss proposition.) I've started a new short story that I'm keeping under wraps for the moment, and while I like it, it is difficult to find the time or energy to work on it. Sometimes I get a chance to scribble at work, but honestly it's such a disturbing atmosphere and I'm so busy trying to eat or socialize with my friends during break time that I don't usually get much done. Once again I'm annoyed by the fact that I can only ever see my friends at work. I really wish I had my own car or my own apartment or SOMETHING, but there's no way I could ever afford any of that on my current salary. I guess I'm done being satisfied with this latest life stage, and now I'm ready for the next one. The past few months (as of yesterday I've been working for four months, woohoo!) were great but some of the enjoyment is starting to wear off. That could still be the cold talking but I often find myself wishing I had somewhere to go other than home when my workday is over. Eh. Chalk it up to youthful restlessness, I suppose. Still, though. I'm at that age everybody sighs over and wishes they could get back to, and I'm not really doing anything with it. Is this something I'm going to regret later? Then again who defines what "doing something" with your life is anyway? I don't know. I guess I'll go on as best I can and leave off wondering about the rest. Nothing I can do to change it anyway. Doesn't change the fact I feel like a bit of a hypocrite sometimes, blathering on about being a writer and not actually doing any writing. I've let my old works go and while on the one hand I think that was the right choice, on the other it means that I have to come up with something new to fill the void...and my natural tendency to procrastinate and be distracted by shiny objects is getting in the way of that a little bit. ^_^;;
So yeah. That's my life right now in a nutshell. Sick, trying to save money instead of spending it willy-nilly, still enjoying the company of my friends, and still amazed by the amount of bureaucratic silliness that goes on in the workplaces of America. Oh, and I'm still sort of a writer. Can't forget that bit. *eyeroll*