Sunday, September 20, 2009

I should be a country song...

"my dog's dyin' and I caint make biscuits no more".

Sort of funny, but also sort of true.

And then it will be Monday. I can't even explain to you the sick feeling I get to even think about going to this job. I know I should be thankful and all that but this... well... like I said, i can't even explain. And there's just so much else goin' on that I dare not even blog about - and sometimes just knowin' stuff is wrong and that there's nothin' much you can say or do about it can make a girl crazy.

Or crazier.


Sheepish Annie said...

I've had a few years where work just wasn't working for me. Sunday nights were horrible. The day would start off just fine, but then night rolled around and I'd find myself nervous and depressed. Not fun. And when you need to work it makes you feel trapped.

Living for Friday gets old after a while. Here's hoping that the change you are hoping for happens soon!

Kath said...

Ooof - I remember when the anticipation of starting a new work week would have my stomach all tied up in knots and I'd add to the problem by staying up way too late - as if I could somehow postpone the next day. :(

All I can offer is something that was given to me by someone important I've since lost..."do the next indicated thing". Yeah, it sounds stupid, but it works. You just focus on whatever the next action should's morning so you get up, the cat is meowing, so you feed it, you smell bad, so you take a shower, you're naked so you get dressed, etc. etc. Focus on that one next thing, and then the next, and then the next, and so on. It worked for me!

Carolyn (Harbor Hon) said...

Dreading Monday myself. Have to be with 'those' people and their dysfunctional attitudes just makes me not want to go. There was a water main break in the supervisor's area Friday and I'm sure she'll be in a mood. That is, if she shows up at all. Gotta go night night now. Keep your chin up sweet girl. It'll be better for us soon. I'm praying on it. xxoo