Yeah, I’m blogging from work. Sue me. The boss, whose desk is right behind mine, is away, so I might as well take advantage. TFC, ever the hard worker. Haaa.
I feel groggy and sleepy. I woke up three times last night. THREE. Not to go to the bathroom but for no reason. Although google informs me it’s probably due to stress. You can say that again, google. I am actually pretty stressed out. I have been, for a while now. About…
No surprises there. It’s the alcohol aspect…it’s getting to me. It’s been eating me up, slowly. I knew this would happen. Hell, I knew going in that I was already uncomfortable. But I thought, hey, I need money, so I’m gonna do this…until I feel guilty enough. Well, it seems we’ve reached that point. Two months later, we’ve reached that point.
I sent out my resume to a few places last night. Fingers crossed I get a call soon because if I have to open emails with the heading “beer order for _______” for much longer, I’m going to vomit.