My life really doesn’t suck that much, but what with today being Monday and all, it sucks more than usual. I’m feeling whiny, and this seems like a good place for it.
Let’s start with work. I have a lot of that. My last day off was 112 days ago. I average around 70 hours a week. It was a solid 80 for a while, and I was commuting 90 miles one way. So now my commute takes ten minutes and I hardly ever put in more than 14 hours in a day, and it’s a lot easier. Really.
It’s not that I really love my work that much, but that I’m trying to get established on my own, and I want to do it right, get a good start, and all that. None of my jobs pay well, but I’m making it. I think, I’m going to come out right where I want to be. The rent is paid on time, I can afford to buy the things I want, and I’ll have my very own washer and dryer in two weeks. Life is going to be good. By December, I’m going to slow down to no more than 60 hrs/ week, maybe take a few days off. Then the mill where Dad works goes belly up, and he’s about to be out of work. Even if I keep working like this and stop spending, I could never cover all his expenses, not even close. Yes, I understand that it’s not really my responsibility to fix it, and that he’ll probably find something else and come out alright, but dammit, it’s not fair. It hurts so much to watch him try to salvage his life and not be able to do a damn thing, outside of send a little money now and then. This sucks.
And what’s up with people who can’t mind their own damn business?? I don’t make a big issue of working a lot, but since the site director came to me and asked if I was planning on moving in and sleeping under my desk, I guess I’ve developed a bit of a reputation. Someone actually asked me, “Why do you work so much? Got some kind of gambling problem?”
And what’s up with lazy people? My favorite is at my third job, and I lovingly refer to him as Lightning. This job is closing in a deli, and there’s a lot of work to do at the end of the night. We’re supposed to be a team. My version of teamwork is to hurry up with my work so I can go help him. His version is to hide in the back staring at the dishes and whistling. He can whistle like nobody’s business. He gets annoyed at me because I won’t stand still long enough for him to finish telling the latest fishing story. Yup, gets miffed when I’m doing HIS FRIGGIN WORK.
Asshat.
And the security guard who gives me the “meaningful intense stare” instead of checking my belongings really pisses me off, too.
Schmutz.
Ok, that’s really about it. I have to leave work now, and go to work.