So I've rejected the job at SW Washington Med Center.  I had an interview today at a private law firm and they hired me on the spot.  I start the 16th as an administrative assistant.

And my hours? m-f, 10a-2p.

Yes, I know, I rock.

Ah, the annoying sound of stoners.

I want to bash my head in.

... is the amount I now owe the state of oregon for speeding.  Yep.  I got my first ticket, a photo ticket no less....

and that was enough to push my stress level over the edge.  And I started to cry.  I learned that when you cry at work they send you home.

They say that changing jobs is one of the most stressful things on a person and their body.  I really wonder if that's what's up.  I didn't feel bad until I got the call saying that I got the job.

I think I know part of my problem.

I started letting myself slip here and there diet-wise, and here and there has added up.

Sooo...

I'm going to focus on eating good and taking in a lot of water (something else i've skimped on lately) and not stress about working out until I feel better or get an okay from the doc.

I've been so tired lately.  It's getting in the way of working out.  I know, I shouldn't make excuses, but I'm trying to listen to my body.  I just can't figure out whether to work through the pain or let my body rest.  I'm stressed out.  I wonder if that's the problem.

I got a wake up call from my sister yesterday ( Read more... )

is fun.  And it's what I'm doing today.

I am done.  I am sick of this.

I went to the psychologist.  There was some truth in his words.  He said i attract wounded people and try to trap them in the net.... I stretch myself thin, take on everyone else's problems, try to help everyone else (while neglecting myself) to keep friends.

And it's true.

And I don't want friends that don't want me ( Read more... )

Okay, so the coffee table in our apartment.... is mine.  It's a painting of mine.... I spent more time on that table than I have any paintng before.

And... somebody carved "balls" on it.

I am so done being nice.