Or you’ve had it
I’m over so much. I’m chronically frustrated at work. The Twitter One can kiss my ass over pretty much everything he’s done. Tonight I was so worn during my shower I got my shampoo and conditioner mixed up. It honestly didn’t seem to make that much of a difference.
I have taken to watching lots of Benny Hill lately. I need to dig out my VHS compilations. The quality of the ones on YouTube is pretty horrible on the tv. Only problem is I’m not sure where the tapes I have wound up.
Paranoia has me thinking someone is deliberately avoiding me. I need August 9 to get here so I can enroll through the plan at work and get into therapy.
Assuming I don’t screw up and not have a job by then. The last time I was about to qualify for Blue Cross/Blue Shield the boss I had raked me over the coals for something I didn’t do and I quit. I’m not fool enough to quit this time, but I’m likely fool enough to be at the end of my rope and have a meltdown.
I know life isn’t all fun and games. I just wish the happy moments weren’t so fleeting and far apart.
