Because I feel like it, that's why

[anigo]

I'm tired of the snow. I'm fed up with the weather. I want it to be summer and warm and sunny. I'm tired of all the grey and blah. I'm tired of children with wet mits and runny noses and no school and nothing to do. I'm tired of being cooped up in sweat pants for the past 5 days - not that it matters because I feel like all I've done is eat for the past five days and all my real clothes won't fit anymore.

I'm tired of the child who has been cooped up in the house with me for 5 days who is also bored out of her gourd and will be cooped up for another day still, as school is cancelled again tomorrow - which means that, since our babysitter has a job now, I will have to 'work from home' all day tomorrow, as opposed to going in to work for the morning. Instead we'll all get to be shack happy for another day. And maybe even another, by the looks of how fast the snow is dissapearing outside (it isn't)

I'm tired of work. I'm tired that all I do there is check lists, and work to rule and try to bend to all the stupid foolishness that management puts in place - and then bend again the other way when they've changed their minds and have decided, on a whim, to do it completely differently from the way they were doing it last week. I'm tired of trying to defend their OBVIOUSLY money grubbing decisions to my customers. I'm tired of not having the answer and having nowhere to turn when a customer calls with an alcoholic employee who they want to help but don't know how. I'm tired of having customers call wanting services that we provide, but not having anybody internal return my call, which means I can't return THEIR call. I'm tired of them waving their stupid 2% "merit" increase in front of my nose, when we haven't had a "cost of living" increase in years.

I'm tired of school. I'm tired of deadlines and trying to maintain an A average and professors who don't have a clue what they're doing, and the fact that it's costing me a freekin' fortune and I can't afford to put another class on my credit card.

I'm tired of the way I look. I'm tired that I feel like a fat flabby old hog and I don't have any money for a haircut and I've got to go to a wedding next week and I don't have a thing to wear and probably won't even be able to get out to get a new outfit - even if I had the money - which I don't. I'll just end up looking like the old, greasy cousin from Nova Scotia. Yippee.

I'm just tired. And I don't know what to do to fix it. I don't even feel like crawling into bed.

Bah.

Comments

[jynxgirl.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
How old is your daughter???
Why not do something fun together? Cook/make your favorite foods and have a living room picnic... wear something silly... do something out of the ordinary so that it makes the day more fun! :D
(I'm stuck cleaning my house, so I feel for you...)

[willowlady.livejournal.com]

Maybe Tuesday will be a better day. :)

[framlingem.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I don't know what to say... other than it _will_ get better, I rpomise. And you can chase me down if it doesn't.

A young punk gets on the cross town bus and sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man.
The young punk has spiked, multi-colored, green, purple, and orange hair. His clothing is a tattered mix of leather rags. His legs are bare and he's without shoes. His entire face and body are riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings are big, bright red, yellow and green feathers.

The old man glares at the young punk for him for the next ten miles, as the bus travels across the city.

Finally, the punk looks across at the old man, and yells, "What are you looking at, old man! Didn't you do anything wild when you were young?"

Without missing a beat, the old man replies, "Yeah. Back when I was very young and in the Navy, I got really drunk in Singapore and had sex with a parrot... I thought you might be my son."

[64tbird.livejournal.com]

Oh framlingem.....
You have NO idea how perfect that was......


ROTFLMAO

[summerlady.livejournal.com]

I hear ya, sister. But in the words of Scarlett O'Hara, "Tomorrow's another day", or something like that. Winter's on it's way out too, can't be too soon for me either.

[anahata56.livejournal.com]

*smooch*

I know.

Here--have a fat-free-sugar-free-low-carb but super rich hot cocoa with some zero calorie cookies.

Or, barring that, a glass of water that tastes really, really GOOD.

This too shall pass, and something tells me that there is no way you are going to look less than absolutely stunning at the wedding next week--because you are beautiful, inside and out.