Cheese With Your Whine?
9.14.2005
Now accepting applicationsFor men who would like to be my sugar daddy, so that this is not my life:
1. Wake up at the butt crack of dawn.
2. Make a 45 min - 1.5 hour commute that should take all of 35 min.
3. Work a 9 hour day.
4. Put up with a boss who doesn't understand why doing all of the accounting for 4 separate companies and working on his 'speical projects' leaves no time to be the HR department, benefits department and clean up 6 months of reconciliations left undone by my predecessor who was lazy and entered thing in lump sums that I have to painstakingly disect to get to true numbers. Can you say overwhelmed?
5. Drive back home 45 min - 1.5 hour.
6. Pay $900 a month to be away from my girl for 11 hours a day.
7. Have crappy credit that is not going to let me buy a house, but force me to rent for another 9 months-year.
8. Be stopped in the parking lot by Jose So-and-So who feels the need to tell me that my car needs some body work and he is just the guy to do it. (bugger off)
9. Having quit smoking and be dying for a cigarette to relieve some of this freakin stress.
In case you can't tell, today is shit-tay!!! Somehow I missed paying for school last week, so now I owe two weeks and a late fee. Not a biggie, b/c I have the moolah, but it's embarassing. I forgot to take my happy pill yesterday and this mornig b/c I'm trying to be a good girl and not stop and get breakfast. Since I don't have a drink in the car, which is usually where I've been taking it, I forgot. I need a good cry, but I don't think I could swing that here at my desk. I just want to be home with Rylee, doing whatever. I'd like a nap. Sure as hell can't swing *that* at my desk.
Some days are diamonds; some days suck ass.
