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September 8th, 2011
I love working. I was never meant to be unemployed. Being unemployed is hard for me. I need a purpose. Once I start I never stop. Once I stop I never start.
Prioritizing? It's always like WTF now. There's a million things to do but none of it is any more important than another.
I spent most of yesterday cooking and baking just for the hell of it and because I have fresh produce, and then because my grandpa was coming over for dinner. I ran a couple miles. I cut my dog's hair. I cleaned up the house a bit. Then the day was shot.
I'm desperate to get out of here, you'd think I'd have applied to 30 jobs by now. Seems today has to be job day again.
How is it 11:30 AM already?
Prioritizing? It's always like WTF now. There's a million things to do but none of it is any more important than another.
I spent most of yesterday cooking and baking just for the hell of it and because I have fresh produce, and then because my grandpa was coming over for dinner. I ran a couple miles. I cut my dog's hair. I cleaned up the house a bit. Then the day was shot.
I'm desperate to get out of here, you'd think I'd have applied to 30 jobs by now. Seems today has to be job day again.
How is it 11:30 AM already?