put me out of my misery.
I love Christmas and I love winter but I really hate this time of year. It makes little sense, I know.
To function at an optimal level I need things/people around me to sort of 'work with me' and not against me. Of course, that never happens but this time of year is the very worst because everything seems to fuck with my program. There are always people in the way whether you're shopping or driving or just trying to get something done at work or home.
The holiday hustle and bustle gets to me and stresses me out. The fact that next week is finals week isn't helping either.
I've been getting crabbier as the days go on and the worst thing is that I know it and I can't stop it. I know I've been pretty crotchety at work and Jeff has already pointed out that I take my December frustration out on him every year. Maybe if I try a bit harder I can keep myself from getting too bitchy.
My only solitude is my drive home from work. It's so great because there are just a few cars on the road, no stupid peds, all the lights are either blinking yellow or sensor lights so I don't spend 10 minutes of my drive waiting in heavy traffic for lights to change like I do on the way there. I can turn my radio up and sing badly instead of plotting the firey death of every other driver on Waverly Rd.
I wish I lived in the country again.
Jesus, I feel directionless.
To function at an optimal level I need things/people around me to sort of 'work with me' and not against me. Of course, that never happens but this time of year is the very worst because everything seems to fuck with my program. There are always people in the way whether you're shopping or driving or just trying to get something done at work or home.
The holiday hustle and bustle gets to me and stresses me out. The fact that next week is finals week isn't helping either.
I've been getting crabbier as the days go on and the worst thing is that I know it and I can't stop it. I know I've been pretty crotchety at work and Jeff has already pointed out that I take my December frustration out on him every year. Maybe if I try a bit harder I can keep myself from getting too bitchy.
My only solitude is my drive home from work. It's so great because there are just a few cars on the road, no stupid peds, all the lights are either blinking yellow or sensor lights so I don't spend 10 minutes of my drive waiting in heavy traffic for lights to change like I do on the way there. I can turn my radio up and sing badly instead of plotting the firey death of every other driver on Waverly Rd.
I wish I lived in the country again.
Jesus, I feel directionless.