Nothing much has happened; this job is killing me, that much is true. Much tension and frustration between me and the Rottenator; can't blame him. He's been as understanding as he can be, but I know it must be hard living with someone who is miserable and depressed every single fucking day. I'm taking it out on him, and he's been a saint. This morning, after the millionth time of me giving him shit, and hearing him mutter under his breath "this is getting to be a bit too much for me", it kinda opened my eyes and made me realize how much I have let this paycheck consume my life.
It's not that important; not enough to ruin my relationship, certainly. I need to find another means of income, or at least not let it consume my life. It's just work. It's just a paycheck.
Coming back to myself again; a week from tomorrow, I will be on my way to see Hogwarts thanks to my wonderful family, without whom I don't think I would have made it this far.
Life is not that bad; I need to keep that in mind.
It's not that important; not enough to ruin my relationship, certainly. I need to find another means of income, or at least not let it consume my life. It's just work. It's just a paycheck.
Coming back to myself again; a week from tomorrow, I will be on my way to see Hogwarts thanks to my wonderful family, without whom I don't think I would have made it this far.
Life is not that bad; I need to keep that in mind.
