gangstaswan

OK, I'm freaking out just a little bit over here.

I'm back to seven shifts a week at the restaurant. This is full-time.... On top of my part-time job at the newspaper.

I now have one day a week off. The next two weeks I'm doing play reviews on my "day off."

The owner has decided that we will no longer rotate sections. This means you will come in at the same time every time. If you get the shit section, you're stuck, forever. This fucking blows. AM is going to work it so the people with seniority (including me thankfully) will have the best shifts. This is on top of getting fucked up sections (they rearranged what each section constitutes).

I need to quit. I can't keep doing this. But I need to continue to make enough money to pay rent. Anyone in need of a writer/editor/journalist? Pretty please? I look good in heels and a skirt.

Adding to my stress is that I have my room in disarray. I started cleaning but then ended up working and not making it any farther. So it feels worse and I feel stifled.

I really miss RS. I tried telling him all of this tonight and he brushed me off. He's not like that. When I pulled my usual "Pay attention to me bit," he told me to not be demanding. That's twice within a week I've been called demanding. That bloody hurts. I miss cuddling with him. I miss crying on his shoulder. I miss his ways of making laugh. I miss hearing him laugh. I just miss him being around.