Friday, May 23, 2008

10:48am ---

I feel better, having slept more and showered. I'm clean and smell like honeysuckles. Mm.

I don't want to go through life crying whenever I see babies. It's not cool. But I can't help it.

me being annoyed.

I have not been enjoying life lately. It's become monotonous and tiring. Let me explain my current work situation -- we're very short-staffed (so much that we're missing an entire closing shift this whole week). On top of that, James and I are the only two managers (the other told us a week in advance that he was quitting). Even better -- James is putting in his notice, too. This leaves me. Right now, since there are only two managers running the store, we both work seven days. Tomorrow is my short day -- 6:30-9:30am.

I'm tired almost all the time. I don't have energy or motivation to do anything hardly except stay at home and watch TV. This makes me feel stagnant and worthless after doing it for long enough. I need something different. I wanted to take a day trip to Chattanooga tomorrow since I get off early, but Matt decided that he was going to work on his apartment all day. Which annoys me since he's had ample time to work on it before now. We're not going to have the opportunity to up and drive to Chattanooga every week. Damn it.

So I'm trying to think of interesting things to do in Nashville. But Nashville is just boring sometimes! It's my lack of friends, maybe. I don't really have any. I barely see Amanda ever. Brittany cut off communication when she got pregnant. Kelli and Katie both live in different cities. I'm not allowed to fraternize with my coworkers. I miss having friends.

Frustration, man. Maybe if I go back to sleep, I'll feel better.

Monday, May 12, 2008

addendum

I just checked the mail and received a Mother's Day card from Kathy Smith. Which made me cry. (surprise, surprise)
I need to clean the apartment. The unfortunate thing about that is that I don't want to. I'd rather chill at a coffee shop the whole afternoon. Who likes to clean? It seems like I just did that! All those dirty dishes in the sink....

Work has been AWFUL lately. Steeplechase went very well though -- everything went out perfectly. I'd been at work an awful lot leading up to Steeplechase and was absolutely sick of it. Yesterday, being Mother's Day, we were slammed. James didn't come in, and Drew called out around 11am because he was sick (oh, poor boy). When 1:30, the usual shift-change time, rolled around, I was the only manager in the store. I told Drew to call James and then expected that one of them would show up...but no, neither of them did. And I couldn't get in touch with either of them, either. I wanted to cry. Amanda (blessings on her soul) came in around 3 to close the store. She hadn't actually worked in the store in a month or two, but apparently had today off. Oh, what a dear!

I'm off today and hoping that nobody calls me in and asks me to close.

I've gotta go to the doctor for an annual at 4, anyway. NOT looking forward to that. It's gonna be expensive, too. Blah.

I think that two people wished me a happy Mother's Day -- Sharon (at work), and Ryan. I was touched, but not really surprised that they were the only two. :(

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Today!

I am still in bed. I have been awake over an hour. I did get out of bed once (and am still wearing only a sarong) to make myself some eggs, but I returned promptly as soon as they were done.

But I'm not going to be lazy today. I'm going to go take a shower. Then I'm going to make some coffee and start organizing our clothes into "clean" and "dirty" piles. I'll probably put at least one load into the washer before I leave.

Then I have to go order more contacts. My 6-month supply is already up somehow, so I need more. I also have to pick up some more birth control today. That supply is diminished as well.

And then I'm coming back home to CLEAN. The apartment's pretty messy and disorganized, and I really ought to do a better job of not letting it get so cluttered. Discipline!

Lastly, Mom got me a subscription to Everyday Food (a Martha Stewart publication). It's a great little magazine -- full of recipes and tips and all that. So I thought I'd plan a few meals for this week and go buy ingredients. That's being responsible, isn't it? We always eat out, which is quite expensive.

Okay. I just wanted to get my thoughts in order. I may post a follow-up blog.... Off to shower and make coffee now.

What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.