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Panics come and go. Freaking hell.
Finished Partners and Sequel on Saturday, which put me in a "do something new" mood on Sunday. Grabbed Sims 3 and played it for like six hours without much frustration. Found out how to change houses and all. It can be good amounts of fun, but if you're attached to a certain family, you can't really leave the lot. Of course, I'm not attached to a certain family, but me and my little breeding things, I like families staying long enough to co-mingle with other families. Of course that was on Colleen's desktop and while I prefer playing on my laptop despite the screwed up mouse, I installed Sims 3 on the other desktop so I can play while Colleen is home.
Went to work yesterday and was all but ignored.
No, seriously.
I tried to talk and all of a sudden everyone was talking over me and I'm like ... okay, fine, don't listen to the reason why I'm on an emotional rollercoaster.
I was the only one working on stock yesterday.
Only.
One.
That is highly frustrating and despite the fact that I sorted all the repacks and put out over half of the stock brian had nothing to say about that. Takes a full group of stockers almost half a day to put out repacks, takes little me a day to put out half.
Yeah. Nothing spectacular about that, considering the fact I was answering pages and doing customer service and putting overstock up as I went along.
So I was pissy about that and at one point, for no reason whatsoever, I felt like crying.
Haven't been able to write but for alittle Sunday morning. Anything with intelligence behind it bores me and drives me mad. I don't want to take up any projects. Even though I have the time to now.
Well. Not really, as I started Beginnings and Aftermath, but I haven't updated those either.
Dana came in yesterday, I switched my shifts tomorrow with Raylene so that she didn't have to close and then come in at seven thirty to do a truck (like no one else has EVER done that before... oh wait...) but it also means I get to sleep in tomorrow, which seems necessary as I'm not really sleeping at night any more. Panicking in the middle of the night isn't fun, though I'm fairly certain that's from dreams.
Panicking again, geh. Six more days until vacation.
...
I think I work with Dana tomorrow night...
Finished Partners and Sequel on Saturday, which put me in a "do something new" mood on Sunday. Grabbed Sims 3 and played it for like six hours without much frustration. Found out how to change houses and all. It can be good amounts of fun, but if you're attached to a certain family, you can't really leave the lot. Of course, I'm not attached to a certain family, but me and my little breeding things, I like families staying long enough to co-mingle with other families. Of course that was on Colleen's desktop and while I prefer playing on my laptop despite the screwed up mouse, I installed Sims 3 on the other desktop so I can play while Colleen is home.
Went to work yesterday and was all but ignored.
No, seriously.
I tried to talk and all of a sudden everyone was talking over me and I'm like ... okay, fine, don't listen to the reason why I'm on an emotional rollercoaster.
I was the only one working on stock yesterday.
Only.
One.
That is highly frustrating and despite the fact that I sorted all the repacks and put out over half of the stock brian had nothing to say about that. Takes a full group of stockers almost half a day to put out repacks, takes little me a day to put out half.
Yeah. Nothing spectacular about that, considering the fact I was answering pages and doing customer service and putting overstock up as I went along.
So I was pissy about that and at one point, for no reason whatsoever, I felt like crying.
Haven't been able to write but for alittle Sunday morning. Anything with intelligence behind it bores me and drives me mad. I don't want to take up any projects. Even though I have the time to now.
Well. Not really, as I started Beginnings and Aftermath, but I haven't updated those either.
Dana came in yesterday, I switched my shifts tomorrow with Raylene so that she didn't have to close and then come in at seven thirty to do a truck (like no one else has EVER done that before... oh wait...) but it also means I get to sleep in tomorrow, which seems necessary as I'm not really sleeping at night any more. Panicking in the middle of the night isn't fun, though I'm fairly certain that's from dreams.
Panicking again, geh. Six more days until vacation.
...
I think I work with Dana tomorrow night...