This weather is about a month behind schedule. And it’s not  helping that what few breaks I’m taking at the office (note: I said taking, it’s my choice) there’s no sun to step out into. Thanks again for the light therapy box, brother. It’s really helping right now. I haven’t been hugely ranty. Oh, I…

After a 12 hour day at the office. Welcome to the night shift. They forgot the tag, usually said on an X-Men cover: Hope you survive the experience. In other news, some asshat who happened by my blog dropped a deuce on my ‘About me’ page. Seems he wasn’t impressed. To which I say: I’m…

The Agency. Oh man. Today they decide, all contractors should invoice weekly. Because they haven’t screwed it up enough. They want it no later than Friday, at 11AM. You know, an hour before I start my shift that day. Not to mention Saturday. And the Agency wants the approved timesheets from my client to accompany…

It’s not like I needed an alarm clock the p;at couple of days. My internal timepiece is running fast, and waking me up at least 30 minutes early. Today’s gonna be a coffee-infusion kind of day.

Got out of work at 10:30pm. Have to be up at 6:20am for a doctor’s appointment. Someone knock me out so I can sleep.

Today was as jumbled as any other. I don’t even bother trying to sleep in on the weekend; it’s not gonna happen no matter how hard I try. And before 11:30 I’d completed the job from my client and moving towards a shower and laundry. (Had time for 2 cups of coffee too. Luxury.) Had…

I’m going batty. The work keeps coming. Not complaining about that. Because it means I’m employed and I can put money away. It’s the expectations that’s hurting. They wanted me to come in Sunday. But I’ve already got work from another client to get done. Plus laundry. And a few groceries. And it could be…

It’s spring. And my hormonal match is lit. Everywhere today. Call it pheremones, that we finally had an amazing spring day, whatever. It’s kicked into gear today. And I know there’s nothing I can do about it. Between the contract hours and extra work coming in, I barely have enough time for the basics, let…

And that name was, goddamn I’m tired. I got home from work tonight to do more work. I think I need an intern. Seriously. Had to reschedule my psych appointment from tomorrow to Tuesday because my client will want edits before 11am when I go to the contract job. And I can’t get to the…

If I start screaming, I won’t stop. My mouse hand is acting up. I can feel stiffness in my fingers. Coupled with a big ol’ fuck-up on the job today, mentally and physically I’m not feeling so great. A thousand things to do, and I’ve got time for half of them. No time to write.…