Archive for January, 2002


I don’t want to go to work today. I don’t care if it’s Tuesday and that it’s Queer as Folk Repeat night (yes, it is on Sundays, but we usually don’t remember it so we watch it again. Don’t make it like I’m dumb.) I feel like I’m just going to tilt right off this chair and Neil will find me in a puddle on the floor when he gets up at 3 pm. At least I’m getting money back for taxes. My mom said she thought I would have to pay in, but then I ended up getting back $497.00. Yet another reason why my mother should not quit her day job.

What else is going on…not much. I have to take the trash out and put the dishes away, walk the dog and do the litterbox. WHOO HOO. How exciting.

Or maybe I’ll just go back to bed for another hour and a half.

Choices, choices.


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Seems like I start off every post with an apology.

I haven’t posted in a while. Sorry.

Now that that’s over with, I don’t have much to say.

Probably because I don’t do much other than work and hang out with my Neil, Nick and Mikey. January through March is the busiest time at work, and without a full staff, I’m really feeling it. Kim picked me up at six am this morning and I helped her clean until seven, then worked out a couple of FITs (Foreign Independant Travel for all you people out there going HUH?) before I got on the phone at 930. I’m completely exhausted. Kim took me to her mom’s house and I got to hang out with her kids. Melanie, the middle kid, reminds me of me when I was younger. It’s kind of scary to look at a little girl and see the little girl you were looking back at you. Very sweet, very small with a little turned up nose and a bad attitude. I told Kim to pick me up again tomorrow (she only lives a few minutes away from me) at six. I’m almost regretting it, because BED sounds sooo good right now.

I’ve got Deepsky in the CD player and it helps a little. These are the days that make you want to go home and cry. I saw a tshirt once that said “I’m so far behind I will never die.” or something like that. That’s totally how I feel. Working ten/eleven hour days during the week, go in for six to eight hours on the weekend. AUGH! I don’t get paid enough for this!! Every time that thought pops into my head, I repeat “Think of the $1100.00 commission check in October” over and over, even though it doesn’t really help since I’m TOTALLY broke right now. It’s a hard kind of broke. It’s the broke where you count out dimes for ciggerattes because your day has been so unbearingly stressful. Yeah. Yick.

So I kind of ended up just whining here. Maybe I’ll get back into posting…maybe I won’t. But I still love you all.

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