Where can a girl go to get a little decompression time? This month was hard on the bank account. And that stress of that just makes everything else suck. I’m supposed to be saving for a wedding but this past month I missed my mark. If we hadn’t cashed in the change jars, we would have been well below target.
Where does it go? And why can’t I do a better job? Do I really even do a terrible job? I just want the opportunity to get everything straight. As soon as I felt like there was a fighting chance, I had three days of pay a month taken away from me. It is August and I am already praying for the merit raise I should receive in December. If they even do those anymore.
On top of that, it seems to be getting harder and harder to live this far away from Eric. Our nightly phone conversations are filled with more sadness than ever before. I find myself falling back on old, mean tendencies that I thought I had worked out of my system.
Maybe that’s it. I would just like some of these things to come to me. Because god damn it, it is hard working at it all of the time.
I will say this. The other six drafts of “my pathetic whine” are fortunately sitting in draft form. (i know people have it worse than me.) This one should probably have sat there too, but if I can’t use my blog for cathartic purposes, then what good is my blog?!?
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