This weekend is going to be a long and unpleasant weekend. I’m just bracing myself for the whole affair. Today I work for 8 hours and tomorrow I work for 16. The money will be helpful but I don’t need the exhaustion. I don’t really know what I was thinking when I agreed to my boss’ request. I need to stop being a people pleaser.
My morning got so much better; not really. Cameras went down in one of the buildings. Well, I am a short timer so I don’t really care. Everything about this job sucks and I cannot wait to get out from under it. I’m even willing to take a cut in pay.
I feel frustrated and angry this morning but this is vastly preferable to depression. It’s like I don’t know what I am doing wrong and why I cannot catch a break. Well, I guess there’s no point in further bitching and complaining. I have a mission this week and it’s getting a basic website up and going.
I used ChatGPT to generate some ideas for a website for my business that I can then implement in WordPress. I’ll make it my mission this week to have something beautiful and basic up. That way I won’t feel as angry and frustrated.
Well I guess I’d better get back to acting like I am working. I really don’t care about this job. I don’t give a flying fuck about it and I am ready for something a whole lot better.