July 01, 2001

I work too much...

Good fucking lord, when did July get here? I barely remember June! This year is going by too fast, way too fast. I don't know if it is because I'm working all the time now, or if it is because time just goes faster the older you get. I remember being young and thinking "god, will summer ever get here?" and "my life is so boring!" and here, now, time is flying by and I'm living in another country. I guess I should have been more careful about what I wished for.

John and I both have a severe case of "we need a vacation...NOW" but no money to satisfy ourselves. There's been no further talk of my raise at the office, so I'll have to assume that my boss was just saying that, thinking that he'll give me a raise next year. I'm pissed off about it. I had to work 34 hours of overtime to make the same kind of money that the person washing the airplanes makes. How fucking sad is that? I am working more OT this weekend because WildChild's birthday is coming up and I'd like to be able to get her some presents. We found out that we don't get the money for extending until next year...which sucks but is also kinda nice. That means we'll have money to go travel next summer. I can take WildChild back at the beginning of the summer and John can go at the end of the summer. His 20 year high school reunion should be at the end of the summer next year, so that will be nice for him to attend. He hasn't been to any of the others.

The weather here has sucked fucking eggs the past week. Lots of rain and overcast days, which aren't really helping my mood any. I need some sunshine. I need something to pull me out of this apartment (when I'm done working of course) and out into the fresh air. Instead, I'm in here, in the computer room, wishing there was another air conditioner just for this room. The humidity is about to kill me, I swear. When it's like 99% humidity outside, I'm miserable. I really should be working on the data entry, but it's so mind numbing that I have to stop every few minutes just so that I don't fall asleep.

I'm going to go take a long shower and shave my legs and wash my hair and scrub my face free of all the green stuff that is now hardened to my pores. It's a mask people, not boogers or anything. Occasionally I am a girly girl and do stuff to make my skin pretty. I figure that I'm going to be at greater risk of wrinkles soon, the more weight I lose. For now, there's still fat filling them all in. I can't press that luck forever. A long, hot shower sounds wonderful about now. It's very quiet in the apartment except for the hum of computers and air conditioners. I'd put a CD on to play but my little AIWA bookshelf system is in the process of going tits up and won't play anything now but the radio. I just want to relax. I will finish this, finish the current page of data entry, then I will go make myself clean and pretty smelling.

I'm still sad about Squishy.

Posted by rowEn at 12:25 PM | Comments (2318)