Jam Session
May. 23rd, 2003 07:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Hey there, all...
Oi vey, what a week it's been. Work's been pretty hectic, I've apparently been blessed with The Cold That Wouldn't Die, I've been the shoulder to cry on for the entirety of my waking hours just about and this damned story I'm writing is giving me grief. I wish I could just backhand it to keep in line, but that would just hurt my hand, not magically bestow me with great writing skills.
Work...I love my job, as everyone well knows. Lately, though...we've been buying too much crap, there's not enough space on the shelves for it, and I'm *still* slogging through messes left behind by Jeremy, who last had these sections. I mean, true, I should have been a lot farther with it now than I have been, but I knew nothing about this job when it dumped into my lap and all things told I think I've done rather well so far. It's just been frustrating having to put things off because you've already got too many projects on your plate. The constant jackhammering of road crews right outside of our Bookshop doesn't really help your mood either.
Bernadette's fiance's dad died on Wednesday, in rather messy circumstances. He had a really aggressive cancer that started in the esophagus and spread through to a few other organs, and all of his bones by the end. She's been handling it pretty well, which for Bernadette means she hasn't been crying constantly.
Oi vey, what a week it's been. Work's been pretty hectic, I've apparently been blessed with The Cold That Wouldn't Die, I've been the shoulder to cry on for the entirety of my waking hours just about and this damned story I'm writing is giving me grief. I wish I could just backhand it to keep in line, but that would just hurt my hand, not magically bestow me with great writing skills.
Work...I love my job, as everyone well knows. Lately, though...we've been buying too much crap, there's not enough space on the shelves for it, and I'm *still* slogging through messes left behind by Jeremy, who last had these sections. I mean, true, I should have been a lot farther with it now than I have been, but I knew nothing about this job when it dumped into my lap and all things told I think I've done rather well so far. It's just been frustrating having to put things off because you've already got too many projects on your plate. The constant jackhammering of road crews right outside of our Bookshop doesn't really help your mood either.
Bernadette's fiance's dad died on Wednesday, in rather messy circumstances. He had a really aggressive cancer that started in the esophagus and spread through to a few other organs, and all of his bones by the end. She's been handling it pretty well, which for Bernadette means she hasn't been crying constantly.
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Hey there, all...
Oi vey, what a week it's been. Work's been pretty hectic, I've apparently been blessed with The Cold That Wouldn't Die, I've been the shoulder to cry on for the entirety of my waking hours just about and this damned story I'm writing is giving me grief. I wish I could just backhand it to keep in line, but that would just hurt my hand, not magically bestow me with great writing skills.
Work...I love my job, as everyone well knows. Lately, though...we've been buying too much crap, there's not enough space on the shelves for it, and I'm *still* slogging through messes left behind by Jeremy, who last had these sections. I mean, true, I should have been a lot farther with it now than I have been, but I knew nothing about this job when it dumped into my lap and all things told I think I've done rather well so far. It's just been frustrating having to put things off because you've already got too many projects on your plate. The constant jackhammering of road crews right outside of our Bookshop doesn't really help your mood either.
Bernadette's fiance's dad died on Wednesday, in rather messy circumstances. He had a really aggressive cancer that started in the esophagus and spread through to a few other organs, and all of his bones by the end. She's been handling it pretty well, which for Bernadette means she hasn't been crying constantly. <:) She's a really sweet woman, and this is a trying time for her; I covered her Tuesday afternoon shift (even though I was there since 9 in the morning -- I goofed off for several hours between shifts) and Heidi's been putting her books up. Meanwhile, Katy's finished her graduate thesis and Heidi's been dealing with her bad bf. Both of them have been having relationship trouble, so...I've been busy.
Locally, I've been having a bit of trouble. I don't feel comfortable talking to anyone really these days, and I'm sure that's just the product of my own paranoia/disappointment more than anything else. I just don't...feel very included. I've been sleeping a lot this week because I've been pretty damned tired, so I'm sure that has a lot to do with it. Even still, the car thing is bothering me, and a couple of 'incidents' with riding with people last weekend and the early part of this week just leaves a very bad taste in my mouth.
To top it all off, I've been plagued with being told that I'm liked or important to folks on-line, and then promptly forgotten about five minutes later. If this didn't happen all the time it wouldn't be nearly as aggravating. I wish people would just tell me the truth and be done with it; tell me I'm boring/stupid/assinine whatever and be done with it. You'll *never* spend more time with me, and we both know that, so stop saying it's something you'd love to do. Grr.
And just recently, I've had several people who don't even know me say I should shove a lacquered bus up my ass, that I'm a weenie, that I'm jealous of someone else, and all sorts of unsavory things. My self-esteem is low enough, and I'd rather not deal with this shit.
People just...fucking suck right now. I'll get over it all in due time....this weekend I'll finally have down time and I can just...relax. Having to deal with all of this at once has just set me on edge a lot more than I'm comfortable with. I really hate being so...cynical about everything.
I'm very frustrated, but things will work themselves out.
This weekend, I might be able to get a bank account(!), I should pay off for my car completely(!), I might be able to spend some time with <user site="livejournal.com" user="blackfeather">(!), I'll have downtime to spend with 2, and I might be going to visit the Fulbrook Museum in Tulsa. No three day Memorial weekend, though.
Oi vey, what a week it's been. Work's been pretty hectic, I've apparently been blessed with The Cold That Wouldn't Die, I've been the shoulder to cry on for the entirety of my waking hours just about and this damned story I'm writing is giving me grief. I wish I could just backhand it to keep in line, but that would just hurt my hand, not magically bestow me with great writing skills.
Work...I love my job, as everyone well knows. Lately, though...we've been buying too much crap, there's not enough space on the shelves for it, and I'm *still* slogging through messes left behind by Jeremy, who last had these sections. I mean, true, I should have been a lot farther with it now than I have been, but I knew nothing about this job when it dumped into my lap and all things told I think I've done rather well so far. It's just been frustrating having to put things off because you've already got too many projects on your plate. The constant jackhammering of road crews right outside of our Bookshop doesn't really help your mood either.
Bernadette's fiance's dad died on Wednesday, in rather messy circumstances. He had a really aggressive cancer that started in the esophagus and spread through to a few other organs, and all of his bones by the end. She's been handling it pretty well, which for Bernadette means she hasn't been crying constantly. <:) She's a really sweet woman, and this is a trying time for her; I covered her Tuesday afternoon shift (even though I was there since 9 in the morning -- I goofed off for several hours between shifts) and Heidi's been putting her books up. Meanwhile, Katy's finished her graduate thesis and Heidi's been dealing with her bad bf. Both of them have been having relationship trouble, so...I've been busy.
Locally, I've been having a bit of trouble. I don't feel comfortable talking to anyone really these days, and I'm sure that's just the product of my own paranoia/disappointment more than anything else. I just don't...feel very included. I've been sleeping a lot this week because I've been pretty damned tired, so I'm sure that has a lot to do with it. Even still, the car thing is bothering me, and a couple of 'incidents' with riding with people last weekend and the early part of this week just leaves a very bad taste in my mouth.
To top it all off, I've been plagued with being told that I'm liked or important to folks on-line, and then promptly forgotten about five minutes later. If this didn't happen all the time it wouldn't be nearly as aggravating. I wish people would just tell me the truth and be done with it; tell me I'm boring/stupid/assinine whatever and be done with it. You'll *never* spend more time with me, and we both know that, so stop saying it's something you'd love to do. Grr.
And just recently, I've had several people who don't even know me say I should shove a lacquered bus up my ass, that I'm a weenie, that I'm jealous of someone else, and all sorts of unsavory things. My self-esteem is low enough, and I'd rather not deal with this shit.
People just...fucking suck right now. I'll get over it all in due time....this weekend I'll finally have down time and I can just...relax. Having to deal with all of this at once has just set me on edge a lot more than I'm comfortable with. I really hate being so...cynical about everything.
I'm very frustrated, but things will work themselves out.
This weekend, I might be able to get a bank account(!), I should pay off for my car completely(!), I might be able to spend some time with <user site="livejournal.com" user="blackfeather">(!), I'll have downtime to spend with 2, and I might be going to visit the Fulbrook Museum in Tulsa. No three day Memorial weekend, though.
