My job is driving me nuts. This is nothing new, really, but still. I can't stand people most days anymore, and the fact that the Bon's telling me to GRAB MY ANKLES isn't helping. They overpaid me on my commission, and I had to pay them back everything that didn't get yanked by taxes... As I have no checking account, I had to pay for a money order. I LOSE. Then, with Vendor Fair coming up soon, they didn't want to pay for my hotel room, so I almost got THE DICKING again. Luckily, my former co-worker Melissa lives up in Seattle, so I have a couch to sleep upon.
We both need new jobs. It's rent week, and money's become tighter than size 4 pants on a 300 pound woman. Food's running short, I have a whole $0.02 in the bank, and I'm not sleeping well because of the stress therein. My temper's run short... The fact that I'm able to not snap at everyone is a testament to my strength of will. I'm just sorry that my will breaks on occasion,
I managed to pass a level in Pump It Up at the local Tilt. @Whee.
I'm on Zoloft now, at 50mg. For some odd reason, when I first got it, I was on 25mg, and my insurance would only pay for 50mg tabs. I had to break these apart to take my dose. Now that I'm on 50mg, they only cover 100mg tabs. If I jump to 75, just watch. "Your insurance only covers 25mg tablets, so you have to take 3 a day." o_o;
I am used to a better standard of living than this. I need to pull my ass out of this rut, and get to doing something better, or I'm going to go insane. There are so many nifty things I want, so many bills I need to pay, and so many damn things I should do...