tales of woe, etc.

Geez, things are falling apart around me.

The most basic thing: my oven. Still not working, still not replaced. I guess I'll have to call them again and find out what's going on with that. They wanted to look at the shower at the same time (loose tiles by the faucet likely means the whole shower stall has to be ripped apart and redone), so who knows what will happen with that.

Work is a total nightmare right now. I've been doing work sporadically above my classification for quite a while and now that the lower classification is being eliminated I have to take on more of that classification as well. Someone else is being brought in to do the higher classification work that I've been doing, which is sort of funny to me since I'm trained at that level and have been doing the work for 8 or 9 months. Because my hours are regular hours at a specific classification that's what I get paid at, regardless. And it seems weird to me that I have to train people above and below me, yet get no compensation outside my classification because it's less than 20% of my time. Though that may change since I have to train the high school kids that are replacing all my friends.

And I still haven't heard officially about that student librarian position, which sort of sucks because I'm being offered more shifts at a higher classification elsewhere that I kind of need right now and haven't taken because I'm waiting to see if I need to adjust my schedule to fit everything in.

And I'm two weeks behind in school already, with a greater gap about to befall me.

Nevermind my complete inability to organise socialising with people who have been waiting patiently for me to get my shit together.

In short, I'm fucked.

On the bright side, I'm not drinking as much anymore, which means, in theory, I could drop a bit of poundage from my belly. I could also forget to eat (or, as is the case lately, not be able to afford to eat) and cash in my U-Pass, forcing me to walk everywhere. I could probably use the money, since I'm not making enough to fund my lavish lifestyle right now.

This morning was a weird one. A woman on meth got on with a guy who could have been her father's age, and she kept trying to go down on him between her uncontrollable jerking and eyes rolling back into her head. Then a construction worker yelled at me because I ignored the signs halfway down the block telling me to cross the street. My feeling was, if I want to risk my life walking along a road without a sidewalk, that's my business. Just because half the block lacks a safe place to walk doesn't mean I'm crossing the street.

I've had better days.