I'm working a lot, and then never have the energy to do anything. Bleh ( Read more... )

Bah!

I make up 201 stupid covers, make 603 copies, only to discover that management pressed it all too fast and without communication so now I have to do it all. over. again.

And so now they're doubly go-go-go. Blah. BLAH!

I just phoned my mother ( Read more... )

10 hours at work today. I get paid for nine, but I did work through most of my lunch break. Okay, SOME of my lunch break. That's one hour of overtime so far this week! But at my work, that's babytalk. One chick in DC on 9th worked 29 hours of overtime in two weeks. So, like, 14.5 hours a week. The least I'll get of OT this week si 9 ( Read more... )

My one day off. Six day work week. That seems a bit torturous. Aren't there labour laws ( Read more... )

After four straight days of go-go-go hard labour/cooking/partying, I'm doing nothing this weekend. Well, yesterday I totally cleaned out about 15 years of toiletries from my bathroom, but that's about it ( Read more... )

Found a job to apply for ( Read more... )

So I met the chick who's taking my place in Genoa. I was all prepared to be hard on her because she's not Melly, and also, I'm the best intern ever. But it turns out that she's pretty cool. We went to high school together and hung around with people I hung around with sometimes ( Read more... )

Basically, I'm not happy at home. Which makes me feel bad, yanno, cause...I dunno. Whoever said 'you can never go home again' was a smartass bastard. Obviously if he/she'd never said that in the first place, we'd all still be happy at home, la la la ( Read more... )

Or at least 9 months in Europe.

Only trouble is now: I'm miserable.

I want to be back in the UK with Em.

I'm home and I want to go home. Weird.