Piss-y day. It began okay-ish, but then I felt the immediate need to either bop a tourist on the head or get some chocolate. I got myself some chocolate. Then Eva, the manager, calls.
So now, because I was fecking stupid and weak enought not to say "Err, you know, I am not regular workforce, ergo, you should call on the one that should ordinarily be working instead of me when there's a tight situation." - anyway, now, I have to work not 10 am to 4 pm, but 12 am to 6 pm. Yippi fucking yay.
You know, these ladies are scared, and want company. But at the same time they want free time. So there you have me. THEY DON'T EVEN FUCKING PAY ME. I fucking hope there's a gold star in whatever corner of grading paper I might have.
Guess how good a day I had after that? Well, I know the art of smiling empty smiles and avoiding conversation with work-acquaintances, so I did my fucking best.
Monday to Friday left. Considering being ill on Friday as working with worst of them all that day.
At least I got my first money from it, 1900:- SEK. Pfeh.
And back home, me and wolf are not doing well. Heck, if he'd just quit being so IDIOTIC all the time. And I know he really isn't stupid, but I get those vibes all the time now. STOP IT, kthxplz!
I dunno what's wrong, or, we have our theories. But I am trying to convince myself shit isn't only on my side, and to actually succeed, I need more than a "No, it sure isn't!" from my dear partner.
Ah, all these nice, suppressed rages and angers and other bad feelings. Say, am I not GOOD for not taking them out on people like I probably would feel better from? *half-madness-smile*
Shit, no wonder. No wonder at all.
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Jag är på. Tisdag kväll, då måste jag hålla mig vaken ändå (Ingrid kommer med tolvfärjan >.< )
Och måndag. Måndag, så fort jag tränat skytte. Argh. Girly girly är bra. Det kör vi på.
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