14,580 Days Alive
14 Steps from the First Floor to the Second Floor
3 Plates of Oven-Baked Turkey Nachos Made for Dinner
I made the delicious and massive plate of nachos for myself for dinner this evening. Mac and Dustin also partook, though with nowhere near as much fresh jalapeños on their plates!
Work went well enough, I suppose. I haven’t heard back about the transfer position that I put in for. I’m hoping I find out either way here soon. I dislike the hurry up and wait section of job hunting.
I am.. unhappy. I feel like I am not worth reciprocation of effort with some people. It’s frustrating to feel like I am being wrung out emotionally, mentally, and physically. I’m just burnt out in so many ways. When I do so many things and the one thing I ask to be done can’t be handled, it makes me feel unappreciated. And conveying that to the people involved has not gone well at all. I don’t know how to best approach the situation as an us against the problem rather than be perceived as nagging, attacking, or being needlessly emotional.
Things will get better, one way or another. I will make it so. I’m not turning forty to be miserable.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 