While normally I don’t post much about my personal life on this blog anymore. Preferring to simply post whatever rhyme has come to mind. I decided what the hell. This has been one annoying month for me. From a reduction in hours at my job. Which saw us lose two people, my hours being cut as a result as well. Less hours of course equals less money and that’s bad. Had a second job only part time lined up at the beginning of the month.
Though it fell through with problems stemming from an HR person unable to properly hire me. Because the department I was working for is almost a separate unit in the company. Needless to say after a week of wtf and run around. I said fuck it and have been looking for something else. In a way that’s good because even though the job would of worked with my current job it would of had me working basically seven days. Plus alternating my sleep patterns which are already normally terrible.
Still here I am looking for either a better one job or a second one that’s compatible. I like my current job save for the hour reduction. It’s close to home,quiet, I rarely have to deal with stupid bullshit and for once I’m not killing myself picking up the slack of others. So I’ll hate to leave it for another job unless it’s really a better job.
In anycase there’s that great bundle of stress always in the back of my mind. To go with the fact every time my life settles down or I start improving my life. Life decides to change the rules again. I’m not saying evening my life is terrible. My life has been much worse than this and I’ve survived. As it is I’ve got a couple bright spots in life. My wonderful girlfriend loves me, I’ve got few really great close friends and I’m not always depressed.
But more often then not I’m trying to find ways to entertain my brain. A lot of things that once meant a lot to me. No longer matter that much to me at all. Previous hobbies are simply gone. I spend probably to much time over thinking things and living in my head.
Oh and then there’s shit like this.
Nothing like noticing a flat tire ,from what looks like nail in your tire an hour before you leave work on a Sunday morning. See it’s just a bunch of little things driving me crazy.