C.N. Schetzle, Uberskull of the Underworld (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brightwyrm) wrote,@ 2007-10-17 10:42:00 |
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STRESS
My job workload has tripled, there's this big transition, stuff sucks bad right now. I am cranky every night when I come home and have been for the last three weeks.
This has culminated in a huge argument with my SO, where ultimatums were thrown around. Stuck in two hours of traffic on the way to work this morning I was positively *vibrating* with discontent.
But I am calm. I will prevail gawdammit.
I still have to clean my old apartment and deal with that odius manager one last time - and I'm sure he's going to screw me in some way.
I am living in boxes. I have no internets at home. I need to do the change of address thing with everything from bank accounts to bills to whatever. I still have no internets at home. I overspent by $500 on the move, so I am brooooke.
And I still am not ready for the magic show in a week and a half.
On the good side, I got a lead part in an independent film. Hopefully I'll be able to crawl out of the little padded room they've put me in to do it.
I knew this month was going to suck, and the unexpected suck is the job INSANITY that I had no idea was coming, and that I tried to sheild my SO from because she was stressed from her health, and the move, and not getting the promotion she was up for at her work, wich caused me to bottle, and snark, and now we are all 'splodey because she is fed up with my snark, and I KNOW better than to bottle, but suck.
What's worse is the knowing that as soon as this month is over the HOLIDAYs await, with jaws that go snicker-snack and all of these frumious bandersnatches that get in my way are likely to feel the full force of my uh... jabberwocky.
I've lost the metaphor here.
And I think it just got a little dirty.
I need to CHILL OUT. But there is no time. I am trying to do things that make me happy, like acting, and magic and etc. but even these things are stressing me out this month, but I know if I don't do them it will be worse.
I need to TALK to my girlfriend so that we do not eat eachother's faces during this stress.
And oh, there's friend stress too. Friend 1 has dropped off the planet and worries me. Friend 2 seems content to live soley for others and not self and is going to be very bitter someday, and Friend 3 is in the middle of sparking a supernova-like life self-destructo mode-type existance, which I fear is already negatively affecting *my* relationships with my SO and others involved.
And then there are the spate of dear people who keep asking me to hang out with them and chat with them and whatever and I have no time or brainspace for them right now. For this I apologise. I suck at the moment. Here's the memo.
I need beer. And tacos. And perhaps copius amounts of videogame-violence type coping. Scratch the videogames. No time.
Give me a paintbrush and paints and I'll splash the world with color as I go by on my way to April. Some might call it vandalism, some art, but it will be something.
My job workload has tripled, there's this big transition, stuff sucks bad right now. I am cranky every night when I come home and have been for the last three weeks.
This has culminated in a huge argument with my SO, where ultimatums were thrown around. Stuck in two hours of traffic on the way to work this morning I was positively *vibrating* with discontent.
But I am calm. I will prevail gawdammit.
I still have to clean my old apartment and deal with that odius manager one last time - and I'm sure he's going to screw me in some way.
I am living in boxes. I have no internets at home. I need to do the change of address thing with everything from bank accounts to bills to whatever. I still have no internets at home. I overspent by $500 on the move, so I am brooooke.
And I still am not ready for the magic show in a week and a half.
On the good side, I got a lead part in an independent film. Hopefully I'll be able to crawl out of the little padded room they've put me in to do it.
I knew this month was going to suck, and the unexpected suck is the job INSANITY that I had no idea was coming, and that I tried to sheild my SO from because she was stressed from her health, and the move, and not getting the promotion she was up for at her work, wich caused me to bottle, and snark, and now we are all 'splodey because she is fed up with my snark, and I KNOW better than to bottle, but suck.
What's worse is the knowing that as soon as this month is over the HOLIDAYs await, with jaws that go snicker-snack and all of these frumious bandersnatches that get in my way are likely to feel the full force of my uh... jabberwocky.
I've lost the metaphor here.
And I think it just got a little dirty.
I need to CHILL OUT. But there is no time. I am trying to do things that make me happy, like acting, and magic and etc. but even these things are stressing me out this month, but I know if I don't do them it will be worse.
I need to TALK to my girlfriend so that we do not eat eachother's faces during this stress.
And oh, there's friend stress too. Friend 1 has dropped off the planet and worries me. Friend 2 seems content to live soley for others and not self and is going to be very bitter someday, and Friend 3 is in the middle of sparking a supernova-like life self-destructo mode-type existance, which I fear is already negatively affecting *my* relationships with my SO and others involved.
And then there are the spate of dear people who keep asking me to hang out with them and chat with them and whatever and I have no time or brainspace for them right now. For this I apologise. I suck at the moment. Here's the memo.
I need beer. And tacos. And perhaps copius amounts of videogame-violence type coping. Scratch the videogames. No time.
Give me a paintbrush and paints and I'll splash the world with color as I go by on my way to April. Some might call it vandalism, some art, but it will be something.
