Stories from an ordinary life

Big, bad world

After two weeks of feeling completely disoriented, I had a major breakdown and suddenly recovered from my depression over my new job. Yeah, it's a lot of hours and a lot of work, but I don't really have anything better to do anyway. At least I'm not bored! So anyway, I've stabilized and now I'm getting back into the swing of things. Hopefully I'll be back to loving life in no time.

I actually brought home a stack of work I need to do for a special project. I was supposed to work on it all along but never found the time. My boss boss asked me when I'd have it done today and I tried to set the deadline a week from now. She pushed me to have it done Wed., then reminded me that I have Tues. off. All I could think was, "Well, crap. No holiday for me -- I'll spend 8 hours just trying to catch up on this damn political profiles crap!" Although I plan to get most of it done, I don't think I'm going to kill myself to get it ready by Wed. I don't want to give them unrealistic expectations of my workload capabilities. They've already given me more than I can do, including babysitting the intern. It's a little like the blind leading the blind right now.

One of the interesting side effects of working for WSOC is I've developed a serious "scary world complex." At 14 we used to joke about how crime, guts and gore heavy WSOC is. I knew it would be easy for me to pick the top stories because I know how the station's wheels turn, but I had no idea it would start influencing me. I've gotten so scared of home invasions and car thefts. Now I want a really big dog to protect me, or it least scare off anyone thinking about attacking me. My brother Dean just got a puppy so I'm thinking of taking the cats down to visit to see how they react. I know I don't really need any other animals, and what's worse is I know there are so many poor cats out there that I would love with all my heart (the stories on Petfinder break my heart!), but I hate this unsafe feeling. It really sucks to be a girl living alone. Of course I could use the exercise inspiration too. With all the extra hours I'm working I'm entirely unmotivated to spend time working out.

posted by This one time . . . @ 10:00 PM