Milking it

I finished my exams.  Had a brilliant weekend.  Monday comes and I felt tired and exhausted.  The next day I had a bitch of a sore throat.  Turned out to be strep throat.  Now I know I am better.  But I find myself milking this for all it is worth.  I feel depressed and don't want to do anything.  My plans for this summer were awesome.  Blog.  Reconnect with friends.  Get some work done on the house.  Have I done one damn thing?  No!  Instead.... I watched about 50 movies on Netflix.  And I was not picky.  Fuck, I watched the revamp of "Footloose"....  Though I can truly regard that as taking one for the team.  I watched it to stop you all from suffering.  Aren't I good to you?

So anyway, I feel a bit guilty about having accomplished nothing.  C thinks it is because I have been burning myself out, and I need to relax.  But honestly I feel like I have to start doing something on a regular basis.  Something to get my day started.

Maybe tomorrow.

Second coat

Second coat of paint today, then (maybe) look for a job for the summer.  I am somewhat on the fence as to if I should bother (with the job search that is).  On one hand I like money.  On the other hand C wants to go away for a week or two, and with his crazy schedule, it would be nice to be home when he is sometimes.  I was somewhat disappointed that my job can't offer me full time like they did last summer.  I will be lucky to get 12 hours a week from them, but maybe that is good for me.  Maybe I need a summer to relax.
Anyway, off I go to use my environmentally friendly recycled paint.  Yes, it is all for the environment and has nothing to do with the fact that it is only $13 a tin:P

I feel so mellow, I hardly feel like me

Okay, I will deny it if you tell him, but maybe C was right.  Maybe letting go of the part time job was a good idea.  I have had two on calls since last week, both of which were no.  So I have had a forty hour week, a short week this week, and damn if I don't feel so much more relaxed.  Of course that will hold until I look at my anemic bank account, and try to pay my inflated credit card bill.  *le sigh*. I was not cut out for this working for a living shit.

The dog days of summer

   Wow, I have to admit my last days of summer were very fun filled, spontaneous, and surprising.  C's lay off coinciding with my two short weeks off school was brilliant.  I spent most of my days with him.  Managed to get in a family barbecue with old family friends (With C no less).  Met up with LBGTQ group about plans and fund raisers for the upcoming school year, planning our calendar, and out to the Chinese Buffet for dinner (C-less).  Met a few new people.
Now it is back to the real world.

Oh, and I got a raise:).  Okay, like $.50 an hour.... but still, moving in the right direction.  Had my emplyee review which was pretty good.  I need to start showing "More leadership".  I don't see how since I am pretty much the lowest rung on the ladder, I am hardly in a position to start bossing people about, now, am I?  So I don't know exactly how to pull that off.

Yes, I am still here

Well, it has taken me some time to come to peace with he fact that some people are just fucking idiots.  Meh.  I'm grateful to Chris who had to tolerate me.  Usually he is the miserable beastie I have to tame, not so much this last week.  Funny thing he works way different than I do.  He doesn't do it with strokes to the ego among other places.  No, he does it by driving me insane through stupidity, until I am laughing so hard at him I forget my misery.
   Part of why he got his apartment as such a stellar price is that he takes care of the lawn maintenance.  8 AM Sunday morning I wake up to "You gonna help me do the grass?"
   "You cannot cut the grass at 8 on a Sunday morning."
   "I'm cutting it while it's still cool."
   "No you are fucking not.  Seriously C, your neighbours will hate you.  I will hate you on principle.  I am not fucking the kind of guy who would mow the lawn at 8 in the fucking morning on a god damned Sunday fucking morning."  He did not mow the lawn until 10.  But I think he does things like that to just drive me crazy.  And because it amuses him to see how much I can swear in a single sentence.  I got skills, skills I tell you, mad skills.

   So school starts on Tuesday.  I can't wait.  Seriously.  I thought I would enjoy the break but my plan was to spend time with C and maybe take a trip to Toronto.  C spent time with the parents and T is no longer speaking to me, so Toronto is out.  I wish I could say we are not speaking to each other, but I honestly have no clue WHY I became the demon in his break up with his BF.  I mean I met the guy twice, and both times we got on all right.  Part of me thinks T is just looking for someone to blame.  What evs.
   So I am looking forward to getting back in my nice comfortable groove.  During school there is a comfort in the predictability and I am DYING to see some of my friends who went home for the summer.  Awesome.