It’s so easy to hate my job

What can I say about it? I don’t actu­al­ly hate it, but I’m very anx­ious to leave. It’s been frus­trat­ing and it does­n’t pay par­tic­u­lar­ly well, and I’m ready to move on.

I haven’t writ­ten here in a while because the last time I wrote, my com­put­er crashed and I lost the whole entry. That dis­cour­aged me. I sup­pose it’s my own fault for not installing the soft­ware and always post­ing from the Web, but it was dis­cour­ag­ing anyway.

Exhausted at 10:30AM

I had for­got­ten how much more tir­ing work­ing is than stay­ing at home and put­ter­ing around. I haven’t even been here for two hours and I’m beat. Ready to call it a day. Not ready for lunch, mind you. Ready to go home and take a nap.

My body is still tap­ping a lot of my ener­gy to heal, I guess. That’s a good thing. But i keep on for­get­ting things and I’m mov­ing at about half speed. It’s a damn good thing it’s Friday.

I can breathe! (sort of)

The pack­ing is out of one side of my nose. It *did* feel a bit like hav­ing my brains pulled out my nose, but it was over pret­ty fast. The ban­dages and out­er brace are still on my nose, and I still have my nose in a sling to keep the blood from seep­ing all over. Sor­ry if that’s more detail than you want­ed. Bot­tom line is that my nose is still kin­da full of… ahem… humors. Should clear up pret­ty quick.