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May. 30th, 2011 08:52 pmSorry, no posting because I have nothing to talk about except how much I hate my job and how depressed it's making me and that would just be boring and repetitive, so. (But really, have I mentioned that the coworker slammed a door in my face on Friday, and, oh yeah, I have yet to receive a raise since I started there a year and a half ago? Yeah.)
I've also been having miniature panic attacks because I have no fucking clue what I want to do with my life. I mean, there's what I'd LIKE to do, but as far as figuring out what is beneficial and smart and will further my life so I will be fitter, happier, more productive etc... I have no idea. I am good at very very few things and mediocre with most things and I swear if I bounce around nothing but office jobs for the rest of my working life, I will be a deeply damaged person. (To be fair, my mom did remind me that not all office jobs are as soul-sucking as the one I work at now, which I agree, so lol good luck on finding the good ones, self.) I know, regular welcome-to-adulthood crisis, I'm not the first, but I am the kind of person who gets really really upset when there isn't a Plan. I greatly enjoy having a Plan.
This makes me sound like I'm not doing well, but, meh, I'm okay. I think once I quit this job, I'll be stellar. Then I'm going to have some mental downtime and figure out just what the hell I'm going to do.
Today was good because, you know, day off (which tends to lead to those awful office-y conversations after you get back, you know: "Hey, how was your weekend?" "Good, but way too short, ha ha!" "Oh yes, I need a weekend from my weekend, HA HA."), and I went over to my aunt and uncle's place and had BBQ and carrot cake and swam in the pool. At least I have a short week this week, and my parents are back from their trip to Alaska, which helped to lessen the depression that was piling on me the past two weeks or so.
This also makes me happy, so I must inflict it on you also:
Derptown USA. ♥
I've also been having miniature panic attacks because I have no fucking clue what I want to do with my life. I mean, there's what I'd LIKE to do, but as far as figuring out what is beneficial and smart and will further my life so I will be fitter, happier, more productive etc... I have no idea. I am good at very very few things and mediocre with most things and I swear if I bounce around nothing but office jobs for the rest of my working life, I will be a deeply damaged person. (To be fair, my mom did remind me that not all office jobs are as soul-sucking as the one I work at now, which I agree, so lol good luck on finding the good ones, self.) I know, regular welcome-to-adulthood crisis, I'm not the first, but I am the kind of person who gets really really upset when there isn't a Plan. I greatly enjoy having a Plan.
This makes me sound like I'm not doing well, but, meh, I'm okay. I think once I quit this job, I'll be stellar. Then I'm going to have some mental downtime and figure out just what the hell I'm going to do.
Today was good because, you know, day off (which tends to lead to those awful office-y conversations after you get back, you know: "Hey, how was your weekend?" "Good, but way too short, ha ha!" "Oh yes, I need a weekend from my weekend, HA HA."), and I went over to my aunt and uncle's place and had BBQ and carrot cake and swam in the pool. At least I have a short week this week, and my parents are back from their trip to Alaska, which helped to lessen the depression that was piling on me the past two weeks or so.
This also makes me happy, so I must inflict it on you also:
Derptown USA. ♥
