Sundays.

Slow. So slow. It doesn't help that I always work either an evening shift on Sundays or a night shift. This week it's a night shift. Number five out of seven to be exact!

But I have this to make me happy:

Because yeah. We won. This makes our third win, which if I remember correctly is the most out of any country?

Also I'm starving. 

Not because I don't have food in my apartment, but because I left my meal for tonight on my kitchen counter as I realized it was time for me to leave and go to work. I managed to just leave with enough time to get to work on time. 

I don't know why I bother. It isn't like anyone else who comes in is on time. Hell, even our Desk Manager is usually late. She sets such a great example.

You know what else? This:

Yes. Or they should work some job where they have to deal with customers/guests. I've been at my job for two years now, and I have gotten to the point where I can still nod my head and "mhm" along with a guest's complaints, but really I'm wondering when the hell they will stop, because I know, I KNOW that what is coming out of their mouths is BS. Because if they really had that many problems, then they totally would have called last night before they went to sleep.

That's my thought, and I'm sticking to it.

On a different note. I've had various people ask me what I'm doing. This week it's "what are you doing on your days off?"

Other days it's "What are you going to do about school?"

Or this most unhappy making question: "What's going on in your love life?"

This is how I respond.

Ok. I'll be honest. It's how I respond to the first two questions. That third one usually garners a disgusted look, and a following rant on how I don't need a man, and why the hell do you need to know about my love life anyway? 

Not to mention that a love life of any sort would require a social life of some sort. 

Currently the only people I socialize with are my family members, and my coworkers. Not exactly romantic relationship material there. 

Also it would require that on my days off I do something that involves some sort of conversing with people who I don't know, and while sometimes I am good at that, other times I am absolutely not. It's a tad bit ridiculous. 

Also, Animal Planet is highly addictive. I get free cable in my apartment, and my TV is always on Animal Planet.

I'm stuck on The Last Alaskans, and the Pit Bull Rescue show. Also Orangutan Island. And River Monsters. 

Really just Animal Planet in general.

When I'm not watching Animal Planet I am reading, or making something, or playing with my dog. I really am not that good at socializing outside of my regular people that I know already. That does include the people I've met on the night shift here, and those who come in and out constantly.

So really I read a lot. I sleep a lot too. I garden a bit. I have a little bit of a garden going on my little patio, and I have some more ideas for the space, but it's a matter of having the money right now to do anything. Because everything a person needs to survive takes money.

I wish I could like barter with things I've hand made instead. Like I could make you a scarf from this yarn, and trade it for a bushel or two of grapes!

Ugh. Why is life so ridiculous?

In my mind it is.

-Jacq