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Have you ever been in a place in your life where you just can't explain it? That's where I am today. So many things are happening, and I don't know how to put them together. I'm gonna give you a random overview now, and reserve the right to explain at a later date...

1. I still haven't finished moving into my new apartment. All of my stuff is out of storage -- Thank God!!! -- but I don't have the gas on yet. That means no hot showers...and I can't live like that. After a mini-fiasco with the gas company last week, it should be on tomorrow.

2. My boss isn't getting any better. In fact, she's getting worse. No feedback on my work for two weeks. As if that's not bad enough, she hasn't said hello or good morning, either. Today I get an email saying she hasn't liked what I'd written for the last two scripts. Call me crazy...but if you didn't like what I was doing, wouldn't it be wise to let me know? After all, my three-month anniversary is coming up...and they'll have to give me benefits. Maybe she's trying to save the company some money. Anyway...speaking of saving money...

3. I found a great deal on furniture this weekend. I was able to get a coffee table, two lamps, two big, round mirrors, a TV cabinet and TV for about $100. And it's nice! I'm really digging it, but Mr. Wonderful gave me the blues because he claims I don't need it. What that really means is that he doesn't want to move it. Bad move on his part...but it's cool.

4. Finally, I'm so tired I could cry. I stayed out until 5am Saturday night, turned around and got up at 8:30am, ran all day, and went to bed at 1am. Now I'm sitting here fighting sleep...and not being very successful.

So all these things are working together to make me want to scream...out loud...right now. Fortunately, I'll be off in about two hours. I can't wait...

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Redbonegirl97 said…
Aw, dayum, hope things get better.

Tiffany
Peace, Love and Chocolate
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com

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