My Saturday

My Saturday definitely turned into my Sunday. I took Friday off so maybe that is part of the reason why. You see, most of the time on Sunday I stay in my pajamas/sweats all day, don't leave the house, and basically spend all my time on the computer or sleeping. This day turned out that way and for the most part it was because I didn't spend it with my boyfriend. He has only been in my life for four months, sheesh! What did I do before him? Generally I'd force myself to at least go to the mall or something along those lines. Sometimes I have a friend who wants to hang out but she was often unavailable for a good six months due to her boyfriend she had met. But really, I was a very unhappy person before meeting the guy in my life now. I went into a makeup message board to have social interaction! And work was really my only other means. But I stuck to it after moving here, unlike when I moved to California for a couple months after college. For some reason I never got to a point where I wanted to leave...well I started to think looking for a job in FL might be a good idea right before I met the boyfriend. My best friend all through college lives there. But definitely a good idea I didn't go...imagine my mood in that heat! Even with A/C.

Anyway, that was a tangent that I went off on that I didn't set out to do. Back to my Saturday. I'm at the boyfriend's apartment rather than at home. Another big reason I didn't leave I think. I have a whole apartment to myself, rather than a room to myself like I do at my own place. I haven't had an apartment to myself since I lived in Idaho. I love where I live now compared to the apartment I previously lived in. Ever lived with a bunch of guys in their early 20's? I hope no one who reads this has. Only one was supposed to live there but he had friends stay all the time and I was too passive to say anything. The place became hell on earth to look at and I just stayed in my room when I was home, unless I had to go to the bathroom. It was my best friend's brother too and she was supposed to live there as well but she had started staying with her boyfriend long ago and so the brother had taken over. I probably would have gone insane eventually but I met the boyfriend before I did and was able to escape the place fairly often for the last few months of living there. Now I owe the complex a ton of money for damages. Ain't life grand?

Wow, my brain is going all directions tonight. This isn't unusual. It's usually going all directions. Sometimes I wonder if I have ADD, ha. I've always been someone who thinks constantly. I think it's a curse, but it can be a blessing in some ways I guess. But now it seems I think of a bunch of different things all the time. Is it just more on my mind? Who knows. I take a million prescriptions with a billion side effects. So that could be one of them. How's that for exaggeration?

Well I think I'll get going for now. This is definitely a post with some random thoughts...and pointless information! Time to go stare at the TV, and fight my craving for cookies and cream ice cream.

Pasty White

Should this be the term used to describe me? Here's the explanation. Since changing to the new position at work I'm back in a corner so I don't see others a lot. One girl I used to consider myself pretty good friends with. She tends to make jokes a lot and others find her really entertaining, including myself. When I do make it out of my corner to socialize, I see her once in a while. EVERY TIME I see her lately, she says something about me being extremely white. This has been going on since the 4th of July because I remember her saying something about it after coming back after that weekend. "You're the only one that came back after this weekend whiter!" she said jokingly. It's finally starting to get on my nerves. No, I don't get out a lot in the sun. Being hot makes me irritable, I take a med that makes me sensitive to it, but really I don't want to have bad skin when I get older. I like myself better somewhat when I'm tan but I guess not enough to put in the effort and cause the damage...at least not yet. I'm beginning to like hanging out in the corner and hiding my pasty white skin. But maybe I won't have too many wrinkles in my 60's!

Work

So I don't want to be here. At all. I was okay when I was getting ready this morning but now that I'm here I'm irritable and feel like throwing things. Which wouldn't be hard around here. My desk is fairly chaotic and the desk I sit next to is even worse. And my butt hurts. This training chair and my butt don't get along. I could go get the chair from my desk but it would make this desk seem more permanent somehow. I could really use more padding on my butt. Take some fat out of my stomach please. Usually women my size have a bigger butt than I do. But no, my weight all resides in front so my behind can hurt while I sit at my desk all day. Learning everything in this new job is difficult and is going to take a while. I know this. I was told this. But a lot of things would make the process better I think. Including a softer chair.

Billing

I think I came up with a motto for my new job..."Always be Prepared"
Does that sound familiar? :)

Irritated

So it's early evening on Thursday and I'm laying in my room, thinking maybe I should write something when I'm not at work for once. I've only been doing this for a few days but I'm trying to get into it so it become more than a passing hobby, but something I actually keep up on. Although I doubt many will read it. :) I don't think it cooled off in here last night...well I probably only could've gotten it to the low 70's anyway, but since I left at 10:30 last night and it was still in the 80's there was no point. Today was in the 90's and actually cooler, if you can believe it. Yesterday when I got home my car said (yes, my car talks to me, ha) that it was 105. Today it was 93. I don't find the 90's comfortable, but it beats 100. Now I lay here, irritable because I'm hot, tired, and getting hungry. I'm trying to get some kind of normal sleep schedule tonight, but I really want to sleep right now. A cold shower might be what I need. I'm hoping the cooling trend starts soon. Pretty please???

Five Hour Energy

This is going to be a large part of my lunch...you know, the little orange bottle that is filled with the liquid that doesn't taste very good, but is supposed to work. I doubt it works on me. I tried it once before and didn't notice much of anything. But I'm dead tired again today, and I'm probably making coworkers think I have no potential in the new dept. I'm starting to think that myself. I love spending time with my boyfriend but somehow I'm going to have to restrict myself a little during the week. Even after getting six hours of sleep after work yesterday I'm still tired, my body won't change to this schedule. Oh well. Better get off this computer and go to lunch or work...I'm looking worse and worse by blogging during training!

Tired

It's time to work again. It seems as though I get in the mood to write on here when I am at work, which is not the best time, obviously. At home the internet connection is annoying and there are other things I am doing...usually napping. Sounds productive, right? I've never considered myself to be all that productive but my new roommate probably thinks I'm awful. I come home from work and sleep almost immediately on most nights. This is because I go to my boyfriend's place a lot when he gets done at work, which is 10:30pm. So I'll possibly get 5 hours before I stay up all night and come to work the next day. I was just saying to him there needs to be more hours in a day in general so there would be more time to do other things besides work. But, like we both agreed, they'd probably just make us work longer hours.