What a fucking day. Only two more days of work until the 4-day weekend that is full of other shit to have do other than the resting I’d prefer to be doing.
I wish this job would’ve turned out to be a better place to work because everyday I’m more and more certain that I don’t want to be here very long, but I also loathe the idea of loookg for work again. And I’ve not done the whole the “find a new job before you leave the one you have” before so I’m not sure how to start working on that, but I’ve got to wait a few months before I can seriously start down that road.
I listen to a local sports talk radio show most days on my long, drugerous, after work commute. I know that makes me sound boring and stereotypical, but I fucking like sports and I don’t really have friends anymore, much less friends that I can talk about sports with so l I live vicariously through the radio show.
On today’s show the hosts were on the off-sports topic of bad dates because one of the producers had been on a memorably bad date over the weekend. Just hearing the description, not even of the bad or awkward moments, but just the usual details of picking someone up and waiting for a table at a restaurant, etc… Something about hearing that just made me sick to stomach thinking about the prospect of having to date again some day.
Dating is so awful. I knew that before, but now it feels even worse. I was so happy thinking I never had to be in that word again. Happy to have found love, found someone who made dating fun and worthwhile.
On the bright side, I found a new dry cleaner place that is on my route to work. Was able to drop off two sweaters this morning and pick them up by end of the day. Quick, great service. How depressing and adult is that? Highlight of the day being a dry cleaning experimence.
I wish this job would’ve turned out to be a better place to work because everyday I’m more and more certain that I don’t want to be here very long, but I also loathe the idea of loookg for work again. And I’ve not done the whole the “find a new job before you leave the one you have” before so I’m not sure how to start working on that, but I’ve got to wait a few months before I can seriously start down that road.
I listen to a local sports talk radio show most days on my long, drugerous, after work commute. I know that makes me sound boring and stereotypical, but I fucking like sports and I don’t really have friends anymore, much less friends that I can talk about sports with so l I live vicariously through the radio show.
On today’s show the hosts were on the off-sports topic of bad dates because one of the producers had been on a memorably bad date over the weekend. Just hearing the description, not even of the bad or awkward moments, but just the usual details of picking someone up and waiting for a table at a restaurant, etc… Something about hearing that just made me sick to stomach thinking about the prospect of having to date again some day.
Dating is so awful. I knew that before, but now it feels even worse. I was so happy thinking I never had to be in that word again. Happy to have found love, found someone who made dating fun and worthwhile.
On the bright side, I found a new dry cleaner place that is on my route to work. Was able to drop off two sweaters this morning and pick them up by end of the day. Quick, great service. How depressing and adult is that? Highlight of the day being a dry cleaning experimence.
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