I know, I take long breaks from this thing it seems…sacrifice that was needed in order to switch focus from being a shiftless bum in university, to paying off that mortgaged future, in other words, I simply have no fucking time.

I think I may be dying as I write this, I know better, and yes we’re all slightly dying all the time and all that jazz, but after being really sick all last week (and still going to work – I was training my backup, so I didn’t have to do much so don’t yell at me)….but whatever it is, after the weekend of rest and thinking I was over it, I’ve been fucking slammed hard today. Spent most of tonight asleep, or half asleep anyway. (I also switched from night shift to days mid-week…I think I may be trying to kill myself)

Normally I don’t blab this much about work, but I have a feeling it’ll be the death of me this week, I’ll never make it to 28. Visitors from corporate will be in house tomorrow, and it’s bad enough that management is running scared…so who knows what that means for me and the time that has been set aside for said visitors to sit with me and watch….stress basically….although I have a knack for getting along with hard-asses from work…except one guy at a previous job years ago, but I think he was an asshole anyway so there was no pleasing him.

Bonus. Now that I’m on days, there’s nothing to do for me the last few hours (extra training person right?) so I’m back in the thick of it on the floor, handling crazy questions, and making calls to fix situations…normally I like that, but not when I want someone to shoot me.

OK enough whining about work boo hoo….click on the title for a surprise.

Lata

I gotta say, I love that no one really knows what I’m up to. Case in point, my dating life. I was asked recently whether or not I was seeing a particular person…turns out I was, but that had ended weeks before hand, but news was just getting out I suppose. I love that I can get away with that type of stuff, very refreshing…because basically, I’d rather not have anyone in my business without an invite.

For the record however, I’ll do a favour and report that I am very much not seeing anyone…so the speculation can stop….I’m not even casually “messing around” with anyone..as I have been known to do as well haha…oh, the facebook thing? We’re just doing that so we can see if we’ll get any income tax breaks, and so I can legally stay in Moncton another year without being deported back to Nova Scotia….oh, and we’re both weird, that’s actually the main reason.

That’s all you’ll get for now….actually that may be all you get ever, who knows…my life is very much a closed book….annnnnnd I doubt that’ll change anytime soon….

Lata

The title says it all….so exhausted, and my back is so sore, I can really barely move…don’t bother yelling at me for shovelling not once, but twice, the 3 feet of snow in the driveway, or working overtime or any of that…I can feel it and that’s punishment enough.

Funny part is, I’ll never slow down though, I know it already…..

If I wasn’t exhausted, I’d post a Beatles song with the same title….but now I’ll just make you guys go without…what am I saying? You should have it already, this is The Beatles we’re talking about here.

OK go away I need to take pills and pass out.