Hello and happy Monday evening, it's my Thursday.
One more day of putting up with retail world bullshit till I can fall into the unconditionally loving arms of the weekend.
A couple days of doing nothing but fucking and cuddling, fucking and cuddling, and then fucking and cuddling some more.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
So I had another panic attack at work today.
Miserable.
Just kill yourself and end it.
All you gotta do is slide out that nightstand drawer and pull out the CZ.
Hot and decocked.
Switch to single action.
Bam, problems solved.
Frustration's building up to the point that I'm thinking about transferring to a different department.
I'm tired of being a babysitter. Tired of telling people the same things I've told them a hundred times before. Tired of getting paid the same as people who stand around and do nothing at every opportunity.
I vented a bit to my supervisor today. And also to a supervisor in a different department. They helped me look more on the bright side.
Stable job. Close to home. Good pay. Good benefits. Good opportunities in the near future for promotion. Nationwide chain, potential for transferring to a different store if I have to move.
Super hot coworker who may or may not like me, but clearly doesn't hate me.
Those are a lot of positives.
I'm not even gonna talk about the dream I had last night.
It was so fucked up that I don't want to remember it.
But I do want to remember the fact that I had a dream so fucked up I couldn't even bring myself to write about it on an anonymous account.
Damn, that must've been a wild one.
Six more days till I can start taking my meds again.
Damn.
@chaoticthoughts out.
Today’s stats:
- pushups: 0
- crunches: 0
- steps: 28,479
- beers: 3
- panic attacks: 1
- fucked up dreams: 1