I wish there was a reset pill. I’d like an emotional reset, please. Lately it’s been a pile of frustration and aggression, and I’m just really starting to notice it. Six month ago was the same. Then it was different emotions, and a lot of crying. Tonight on my way home from a party (after…

Working 1-6:30, then off to an event. Pray I don’t have to work tomorrow too. And the stupid timesheet system won’t take my week because it refuses to accept my weekend hours. How fuckin’ stupid is that?

In less than a month, I’ve gone from no work to so much damn work I need to contract some of it out. And it’s just going to get more insane. My hours at the office are going to change. I might even have a shift in the days I work. For sure, I’m working…

So I’m settled into my new work station. Twice. First time was for 4 hours (a temporary layover) and now I’ve got my own spot. It’s way the hell on the other side of the floor, but it’s pretty awesome. Two 23-inch monitors, running Adobe Cloud, and Windows 7 (I’m beta testing on top of…

Today’s been a day that kept me on my toes, and the moment I got home to unwind I got extremely introspective. I’m working like a mofo, I’ve been communicating with a possible new client, there’s the baseball game tomorrow with Wayne, plans on the weekend. Invoices get paid in just a little more than…

… to the day. Hell, to the hour. And it was a Tuesday, to boot. There are worse ways to spend an anniversary. Put in a full day on the contract, talked to a possible new client before I even left for the office in the morning. Walked down from Bay & College to King…

The Hail Mary pass (get the hours approved in an email) has been thrown. (No, they still haven’t fixed the problem with the log in.) Somebody better catch the damned pigskin. It’s not like I called a lateral on this. (Oh look at me, using football references.) Monday wasn’t the worst. Worked the entire day…

My nephew’s fiancee is pregnant and on Friday we’ll find out (hopefully) if it’s a boy or a girl (I say it’s a girl, she believes it’s a boy). So either way, come September I’ll be an uncle or an aunt. (Bah DUM dum. I’m here all week; tip your server.) Enough with the funny.…

I’m awake. Not that I really want to be. But need to keep consistent hours so I can wake up tomorrow at 7am for work. I’ve emailed my hours to my supervisor for approval. It’s my recruiter’s ‘hail mary pass’ to get me paid on May 2nd. Supervisor agreed to give approval in the email,…

This sums up everything I’m feeling: