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Mar. 2nd, 2021 11:40 amI'm tired of the cold, I'm tired of the snow, I'm tired of the dark, I'm just... tired. But those things are going away for a little while. Very slowly, they are going away. I just hope I'm not, as well.
I'm buried in paperwork and don't see a way out, the problem ever increasing in leaps and bounds because so many people around me are just... bad at their jobs? Am rapidly approaching the point at which my 80-hour work week will literally not be enough to get it all done, and I don't know what I will do when/if that happens.
But hey! It's Tuesday! All I have to do is keep my head above the water for like eight more hours, ride it out, and I'll be free and clear for the rest of the week, as long as I'm able to forget about the giant fucking mess that will be waiting for me to clean up on the other side. Fortunately, I will have lots of pretend fighting to distract me! REVOLUTION ON SUNDAY, BABY, HYPE HYPE HYPE~~~
Smaller things to anticipate to get me through the day: the shitty microwave noodles I will be eating in a few hours, the scone I will be eating a few hours after that, a new episode of Finish It! to listen to at some point in my podcast queue. That's about it, I really just gotta get to the end of the day for any measure of satisfaction. And then I will go home and make GOOD noodles and watch Dark while I do my nails* and feel joy once again.
* I really, really, really need to get into the habit of doing my nails before my weeks off, I've been so lazy about it because it's not like I'll be leaving the house, so I'm the only one who sees them, but like... I do them because I like them like that, so having them look all janky half of the time only ends up bringing me down. Hopefully tying the task to watching Dark will let me make a proper Tuesday night ritual out of it, and then I won't have to worry. Still haven't been able to find a solution to the abuse from my work week making them inevitably break before it's out, keeping me from growing them out at all.
Okay, back to filing. ( Here's a picture of tiny baby Hangman with his nose busted, for reasons. )
I'm buried in paperwork and don't see a way out, the problem ever increasing in leaps and bounds because so many people around me are just... bad at their jobs? Am rapidly approaching the point at which my 80-hour work week will literally not be enough to get it all done, and I don't know what I will do when/if that happens.
But hey! It's Tuesday! All I have to do is keep my head above the water for like eight more hours, ride it out, and I'll be free and clear for the rest of the week, as long as I'm able to forget about the giant fucking mess that will be waiting for me to clean up on the other side. Fortunately, I will have lots of pretend fighting to distract me! REVOLUTION ON SUNDAY, BABY, HYPE HYPE HYPE~~~
Smaller things to anticipate to get me through the day: the shitty microwave noodles I will be eating in a few hours, the scone I will be eating a few hours after that, a new episode of Finish It! to listen to at some point in my podcast queue. That's about it, I really just gotta get to the end of the day for any measure of satisfaction. And then I will go home and make GOOD noodles and watch Dark while I do my nails* and feel joy once again.
* I really, really, really need to get into the habit of doing my nails before my weeks off, I've been so lazy about it because it's not like I'll be leaving the house, so I'm the only one who sees them, but like... I do them because I like them like that, so having them look all janky half of the time only ends up bringing me down. Hopefully tying the task to watching Dark will let me make a proper Tuesday night ritual out of it, and then I won't have to worry. Still haven't been able to find a solution to the abuse from my work week making them inevitably break before it's out, keeping me from growing them out at all.
Okay, back to filing. ( Here's a picture of tiny baby Hangman with his nose busted, for reasons. )