I’m uber stressed these days. About work, which I’m really starting not to enjoy anymore. About money, which is starting to get tight because of some investments I made and debts I accrued. About roommates, which I thought I’d fixed, but I haven’t been able to reach him in the past week, and now I find out he’s no longer working where he told me he was. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
So, since I’m stressed, I’m not sleeping well. Which makes it impossible to come into work in the morning. Which is really pissing me off, especially when my boss is giving me snide little remarks about it. He’s not coming outright and telling me, he’s making little annoying comments – which is kinda worse. I’m doing my best here, but the fact that I wake up two or three times a night, coupled with the fact that I’m starting to not care about my job, means that coming in early to work is a physical impossibility.
Gah. I need a drink, a vacation and to get laid, and not necessarily in that order.