not dead yet!
Close, but not quite.
Things have been... not necessarily bad, but not really good. The past month-ish saw both the busiest time of year at the day job (we did $1 million in business in two weeks, during which I worked 102 hours) and a very hectic move into a new apartment for me. I managed to pack all of my stuff in a week and get everything moved in a day, in between two six-day, fifty-hour weeks. Between my deposit and first month's rent, I dropped $1300 at once, on top of which I had to get cable and internet set up, and had to switch cell phone plans (which is another story that coincidentally coincided with everything else). In addition, a few friends have been having a rough time, for various reasons, including a local friend who just went through an extended, messy, and violent break-up with an abusive boyfriend.
The result of all this being that I worked myself sick. It got to the point that I was in physical pain from being so mentally and physically exhausted. I've turned the corner, but I'm still having a hard time climbing back up.
I'm sleeping on an air mattress and a pile of blankets, because I don't have a bed, yet. Most of my stuff is still in boxes, because I don't have anywhere to put it. I'm using empty cardboard boxes as tables. People have been giving me food, because I don't have enough money to buy any. I had to borrow money from my parents.
So things are better than they were, but they're still not good. You don't just bounce back from that kind of exhaustion, and it's twice as difficult with everything still so rocky. And y'all know how it is when all the energy you've got is going into just getting things done and staying alive, and there's nothing left for the things you want to do.
Needless to say, Operation KFB is pretty much a joke, at this point, which is just adding to my sense of failure and discouragement. I'm trying, but it's... hard.
tl;dr poor little white girl
Also, fuck you, Valentine's Day. I can't even hang out with my girl friends and get drunk.
Things have been... not necessarily bad, but not really good. The past month-ish saw both the busiest time of year at the day job (we did $1 million in business in two weeks, during which I worked 102 hours) and a very hectic move into a new apartment for me. I managed to pack all of my stuff in a week and get everything moved in a day, in between two six-day, fifty-hour weeks. Between my deposit and first month's rent, I dropped $1300 at once, on top of which I had to get cable and internet set up, and had to switch cell phone plans (which is another story that coincidentally coincided with everything else). In addition, a few friends have been having a rough time, for various reasons, including a local friend who just went through an extended, messy, and violent break-up with an abusive boyfriend.
The result of all this being that I worked myself sick. It got to the point that I was in physical pain from being so mentally and physically exhausted. I've turned the corner, but I'm still having a hard time climbing back up.
I'm sleeping on an air mattress and a pile of blankets, because I don't have a bed, yet. Most of my stuff is still in boxes, because I don't have anywhere to put it. I'm using empty cardboard boxes as tables. People have been giving me food, because I don't have enough money to buy any. I had to borrow money from my parents.
So things are better than they were, but they're still not good. You don't just bounce back from that kind of exhaustion, and it's twice as difficult with everything still so rocky. And y'all know how it is when all the energy you've got is going into just getting things done and staying alive, and there's nothing left for the things you want to do.
Needless to say, Operation KFB is pretty much a joke, at this point, which is just adding to my sense of failure and discouragement. I'm trying, but it's... hard.
tl;dr poor little white girl
Also, fuck you, Valentine's Day. I can't even hang out with my girl friends and get drunk.