God fucking dammit
I am SO TIRED of listening to my mom make negative, offhand remarks about my sewing work.
"When are you going to finish that winter coat you were working on? You NEVER finish anything!"
"Well, I'm a bit BUSY sewing flower girl dresses for Jeannie and picking up extra shifts at work, Mom..."
"Oh, it's taking you such a long time to finish those! Why is it taking you so long?"
"......Because I'm picking up extra shifts at work. To pay my RENT. Because you aren't helping me with that anymore, remember?"
"Well I hope Jeannie doesn't get mad! If it were me, I'd be worried that it's taking this long!"
"I'm doing the best I can..."
"You haven't started Ivy's dress, either! How long will SHE have to wait?"
"THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO AT ONCE! JESUS!"
Thanks for the unnecessary commentary, woman. I'm not the fastest sewer in the world and I'm already worried about my lack of time management skills, and your opinion helps me SO MUCH. Fucking Christ.
I'm trying to crank out these dresses as fast as I can, since I need to have them done before Thanksgiving, when Jeannie's daughter will be in town and can bring them back to Montana with her for the wedding. I wish I could work faster. My ADD has been acting up lately because I'm stressed, so that is NOT helping. :(
My Lamplighters job begins on Wednesday...I'm trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to have a life once that starts. My schedule will be, um....special. :/ I know I need to drop at least one day from my PJCC work schedule, but I'm not sure which day yet.
I turn 25 on Sunday. What. The. Fuck. I'm not really doing anything celebratory other than a family dinner because, erm...I don't have time. Because of all the things I talked about before this paragraph. God, I fail at time management. :/ Mike suggested that he, Allison and I should have a San Francisco adventure, so we're doing that on Monday. Even though I should really be sewing. But I need to do SOMETHING for my birthday, dammit. Maybe we'll go to the Exploratorium or something. Or Japantown. We'll see...
I feel so BLARGH lately. I had PMS for a full week, I swear to god, and now that my period is over I'm STILL cranky and antisocial. Idunno what's going on there...probably a combination of panicking over my new wardrobe manager position and the thought of turning one year older, which always freaks me out for some reason. I got super depressed about my birthday last year, but I didn't have all these distractions to keep me from dwelling on it too much...I hope I'm not going into another depression dip. Because that would be BAD FUCKING TIMING.
Dammit, I was supposed to write a glowing review of This Is It tonight, because that movie was epic fuckwin, but I'm just not in the mood.
Ugh, fuck this shit. I'm going to bed.
"When are you going to finish that winter coat you were working on? You NEVER finish anything!"
"Well, I'm a bit BUSY sewing flower girl dresses for Jeannie and picking up extra shifts at work, Mom..."
"Oh, it's taking you such a long time to finish those! Why is it taking you so long?"
"......Because I'm picking up extra shifts at work. To pay my RENT. Because you aren't helping me with that anymore, remember?"
"Well I hope Jeannie doesn't get mad! If it were me, I'd be worried that it's taking this long!"
"I'm doing the best I can..."
"You haven't started Ivy's dress, either! How long will SHE have to wait?"
"THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO AT ONCE! JESUS!"
Thanks for the unnecessary commentary, woman. I'm not the fastest sewer in the world and I'm already worried about my lack of time management skills, and your opinion helps me SO MUCH. Fucking Christ.
I'm trying to crank out these dresses as fast as I can, since I need to have them done before Thanksgiving, when Jeannie's daughter will be in town and can bring them back to Montana with her for the wedding. I wish I could work faster. My ADD has been acting up lately because I'm stressed, so that is NOT helping. :(
My Lamplighters job begins on Wednesday...I'm trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to have a life once that starts. My schedule will be, um....special. :/ I know I need to drop at least one day from my PJCC work schedule, but I'm not sure which day yet.
I turn 25 on Sunday. What. The. Fuck. I'm not really doing anything celebratory other than a family dinner because, erm...I don't have time. Because of all the things I talked about before this paragraph. God, I fail at time management. :/ Mike suggested that he, Allison and I should have a San Francisco adventure, so we're doing that on Monday. Even though I should really be sewing. But I need to do SOMETHING for my birthday, dammit. Maybe we'll go to the Exploratorium or something. Or Japantown. We'll see...
I feel so BLARGH lately. I had PMS for a full week, I swear to god, and now that my period is over I'm STILL cranky and antisocial. Idunno what's going on there...probably a combination of panicking over my new wardrobe manager position and the thought of turning one year older, which always freaks me out for some reason. I got super depressed about my birthday last year, but I didn't have all these distractions to keep me from dwelling on it too much...I hope I'm not going into another depression dip. Because that would be BAD FUCKING TIMING.
Dammit, I was supposed to write a glowing review of This Is It tonight, because that movie was epic fuckwin, but I'm just not in the mood.
Ugh, fuck this shit. I'm going to bed.