I’m in hour 73 of a 75 hour F-TH work week. I’m getting 5 hours of overtime at a higher pay rate (I think anyway) so that’s good, the trouble is that I’m incredibly tired and even though I’m off at 11pm, I have to be back online to work at 3am and work until 9am.
I’ve been stuck in the same message boards since 9am this morning. Just repeated stuff. I thought I was going insane for a while but no, these are different people posting the same thing over and over. No one could spend 12 hours online posting pointless things, right?
Right?
Dammit. ANSWER ME.
So last week my dad blew up his computer. I had to return the computer my parents were letting me borrow and move my media center computer to my computer room to be my main computer. I’ve had no TV in my bedroom for a week now and frankly, I’m going kinda nutso so I just took an old TV and DVD player and I’ll set them up before bed.
I feel like I’m taking a step backwards in time, which I kind of am, since I bought that TV during the Clinton impeachment and the DVD player during the election recount of 2000. So god knows if modern dvds will work with the damn things. LOL I’m so screwed up that it’s not funny.
OH, on top of everything, I sort of dropped my pda. You know, the one that I just had fixed. This time Palm won’t repair it because the screen has been destroyed. I want another palm and I want a new phone as well but Palm, in it’s greatness hasn’t released the darn Treo 680 so I’m waiting impatiently and not knowing when the hell I’m working any more.
I need a PDA. Badly. I can’t keep track of my life otherwise.
I also need someone. I’m just dying lately. Life is get up, go to work for one job, go to work for the other job, and no fun. It’s a decision I made and a decision that I’m sticking to, but DAMN, this hurts. It’s just the aloneness and I can’t even escape into online friends because I’m never around or they’re never around when I need someone.
One of my jobs has me searching web pages on a myspaceish community. I see hundreds of people daily but I can’t reach out to anyone because frankly, those people scare me, besides the fact that I don’t have any time. I work, I sleep, repeat until the end of time.
Oh well, an hour and a half to go.
k9