It's the little things.
Jul. 13th, 2006 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleI just told one of my favourite barristas at Starbucks downstairs, "Your caffeine-fu is strong!"
It's men, specifically and in general. It's having fabulous friends that I love but coming home to just my animals every night. It's having someone's beloved cat die in my arms last week on the way to the emergency vet at 2am, and a hapless stray dog we were trying to save probably being destroyed because of it. It's getting a shit review Monday, then being called into HR AGAIN yesterday to be told I suck, ending in my saying, fine, you want my two weeks, here it is. "Sleep on it," they said. Now my entire family is screaming at me not to quit, as I wouldn't get unemployment, which HR tells me I wouldn't get anyway. It's being treated like and spoken to as if I'm an idiot child. It's not being able to fucking sleep any more. It's PARF wanting their $1,600. Now. It's the cat hospital wanting their $2,000. Now. It's wondering if I can even paint in the first place any more. It's NeoCons and war and rape and murder and burning my mouth and my tongue on my soup last night.
It's everything.
It's men, specifically and in general. It's having fabulous friends that I love but coming home to just my animals every night. It's having someone's beloved cat die in my arms last week on the way to the emergency vet at 2am, and a hapless stray dog we were trying to save probably being destroyed because of it. It's getting a shit review Monday, then being called into HR AGAIN yesterday to be told I suck, ending in my saying, fine, you want my two weeks, here it is. "Sleep on it," they said. Now my entire family is screaming at me not to quit, as I wouldn't get unemployment, which HR tells me I wouldn't get anyway. It's being treated like and spoken to as if I'm an idiot child. It's not being able to fucking sleep any more. It's PARF wanting their $1,600. Now. It's the cat hospital wanting their $2,000. Now. It's wondering if I can even paint in the first place any more. It's NeoCons and war and rape and murder and burning my mouth and my tongue on my soup last night.
It's everything.