I've Counted The Nights Of Living In Sin

Headaches suck. Truly, I feel like my head is trying to launch off my shoulders. And I have to work, run and get kiddo, come back and work more, go to Gramps for his party and then get groceries. All told, I should be home and able to rest sometime around...oh say....8pm? Yippy.

Bitch moan bitch moan. Whine.

K...I think I am done. Been a long week. Boss pissed me off thereby causing me to say fuck it and apply for a couple of jobs. I've been in this one for nearly 5 years so I think I am probably due for a change o' pace. Good luck finding someone willing to do this job. I get to go into interviews not caring, which I have always found mighty helpful. When you have a job, and you are just exploring, you are far less likely to be all nervous and shit when interviewing. That's how I ended up with the team leader position years ago. Panel interview with 12 freakin people and I figured there was no way in hell I'd get it. I just applied for the interview experience and practice.

Tomorrow kidlet and I are going to have a quiet day. Shopping, Barnes and Nobles, and Everyday Music. That is it. I might even take a nap. Probably have to drug myself to fall asleep but I like the concept of napping so I just might do it!

What I really need is a massage but I think Julie is booked for months. Sigh....

/cracks the whip

Off to work.