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silverthorneOi hai, guys, long time no see.
1) Ken, I joined that journal.
2) Rebel, I'm sorry to hear about your dad, I hope things have gotten better since that last post. *hugs*
3) *hugs* Clue
4) *hugs* everyone else
5) Um...cake?
6) Hola to new friends. :)
7) ...I was going to say somethingwitty scathing totally enraged about Mel Gibson. Never mind. Used to like. Hate now. End of story.
8) Jon Bon Jovi tore up his calf muscle last weekend at a NJ concert. They're not canceling anything, but I hope he takes care of it and doesn't do something stupid. Like bounce around on it until it totally dies on him. Legs are SRS Bizness, Jon. You really do need two of them in your line of work.
And now, for the boring part, where I whine. A lot. Skip this if you don't like the whining:
Still here?
Okay then.
So, I'm still feeling depressed, and this last week didn't help.
Boss told me last week I could have a few days off, but she'd just have to check with her boss, never checked, never got back to me until I asked, and then suddenly all this other stuff was apparently going on and so she wasn't sure if she could swing it...So I told her to forget it. This tends to happen whenever I ask before I put the request in, too, which means I'm getting pretty fed up with it (and it doesn't help that I've just spent the last FOUR MONTHS trying to be considerate of timing and needing people and all that too, and it's still never a 'good' time).
Right now I'm angry enough to cop the 'FINE! I'll never ask for time off ever again!1!!1!!!' attitude, but I know that's not the answer. I do know I'm tired, need a break in a big way, and would probably be job hunting right about now if I didn't already know my chances of finding a better job were just about 'nil. And to top it off, the new guy is getting worse instead of better, so the 'help'...is not much help, and may not be around for very much longer, either. NRG. WTB new life now, kthanx.
RP is going well. :)
I'm beginning to wonder if I should just give up all pretense of being creatively inclined any more, though. There's something wrong when you get that push to create...and yet somehow not get enough to push to do anything. I really am beginning to think that my art and writing are dead. Then again, it's likely all part of the depression; after all, I don't have the same 'who cares if no one but me ever sees/reads/likes this?' attitude I did when I was younger. And it seems a waste of time just to...do it. And I want back pats, too. Which makes me want to slap myself, because it shouldn't be about the back pats...
Yeah, it's been like this for just about everything lately, from the creative stuff to why I'll 'always be alone for the rest of my life *sob*' junk, which is why I haven't posted. Because really, who wants to read that?
It's also disconcerting how detached I am about it, at the same time that I'm wallowing in it. What the hell is that, anyway?
Anyway...I am trying to find something to grab onto so that I can pull myself out of my own mental mire. Although really, what I want to do right now is just crawl back into bed and stay there for a while. For a week. Or more.
Bleh.
Here's hoping my next post is less depressing and whiny, right?
1) Ken, I joined that journal.
2) Rebel, I'm sorry to hear about your dad, I hope things have gotten better since that last post. *hugs*
3) *hugs* Clue
4) *hugs* everyone else
5) Um...cake?
6) Hola to new friends. :)
7) ...I was going to say something
8) Jon Bon Jovi tore up his calf muscle last weekend at a NJ concert. They're not canceling anything, but I hope he takes care of it and doesn't do something stupid. Like bounce around on it until it totally dies on him. Legs are SRS Bizness, Jon. You really do need two of them in your line of work.
And now, for the boring part, where I whine. A lot. Skip this if you don't like the whining:
Still here?
Okay then.
So, I'm still feeling depressed, and this last week didn't help.
Boss told me last week I could have a few days off, but she'd just have to check with her boss, never checked, never got back to me until I asked, and then suddenly all this other stuff was apparently going on and so she wasn't sure if she could swing it...So I told her to forget it. This tends to happen whenever I ask before I put the request in, too, which means I'm getting pretty fed up with it (and it doesn't help that I've just spent the last FOUR MONTHS trying to be considerate of timing and needing people and all that too, and it's still never a 'good' time).
Right now I'm angry enough to cop the 'FINE! I'll never ask for time off ever again!1!!1!!!' attitude, but I know that's not the answer. I do know I'm tired, need a break in a big way, and would probably be job hunting right about now if I didn't already know my chances of finding a better job were just about 'nil. And to top it off, the new guy is getting worse instead of better, so the 'help'...is not much help, and may not be around for very much longer, either. NRG. WTB new life now, kthanx.
RP is going well. :)
I'm beginning to wonder if I should just give up all pretense of being creatively inclined any more, though. There's something wrong when you get that push to create...and yet somehow not get enough to push to do anything. I really am beginning to think that my art and writing are dead. Then again, it's likely all part of the depression; after all, I don't have the same 'who cares if no one but me ever sees/reads/likes this?' attitude I did when I was younger. And it seems a waste of time just to...do it. And I want back pats, too. Which makes me want to slap myself, because it shouldn't be about the back pats...
Yeah, it's been like this for just about everything lately, from the creative stuff to why I'll 'always be alone for the rest of my life *sob*' junk, which is why I haven't posted. Because really, who wants to read that?
It's also disconcerting how detached I am about it, at the same time that I'm wallowing in it. What the hell is that, anyway?
Anyway...I am trying to find something to grab onto so that I can pull myself out of my own mental mire. Although really, what I want to do right now is just crawl back into bed and stay there for a while. For a week. Or more.
Bleh.
Here's hoping my next post is less depressing and whiny, right?
