I’m a terribly negative person, huh? I feel like the only times I write something is when drama is happening or if I’m sad or upset about something. Put it all together and it appears as though my life is just bad constantly, which is really not even remotely true. I really should write at times when things are good too, write about my experiences and stuff, but for some reason, in my head a diary is apparently only for the emo stuff? Going back through the pages of this thing and all I see (or almost all, at the very least 90%) is one coplaint after another. If you didn’t know me you’d be wondering if I was soe kind of hyper-melodramatic teenager or something. Sweet lord.
Oh and the reason for writing today? I was gonna complain (!) about worrying that I’ve yet to receive a receipt for the AOS application. Tomorrow will be day 14 and it was supposed to arrive 10-14 days from filing day which was September 20. I’m nervous.
In other news, I’m considering going online with this thing, just to have like an extra backup of it soewhere. Actually, the least I could do is just type it into a document and keep it on Dropbox or Google Drive or something, if nothing else.
Fuck, in the midst of writing this, I’m on the phone with K and he apparently just found out that he’s gonna be driving down to SD and working there all day every day instead of 2 days a week. Fucking shit. We were supposed to go to work together and work together and stuff. But apparently the president of the company is a dumbass and feels that Oceanside needs to maintain good relations with SD and therefore K needs to go down there every damn day and fucking shitfuck…
That was crappy news. He’s been wanting to quit for a while now and I think this just pushed him closer to that edge. I feel bad for him. This job is slowly killing his happiness I think.
No more time to write now, gotta get fancied up for dinner – husband’s request.