Well I’m back to being a maid for Mom & Dad. Wooooooo!!! It’s depressing and I hate housework. But it’s a way for my Mom and Dad to give me money. So I’m all for that. My bank balance is back above $500 so I’m out of the terror zone. Thank you, Mom and Dad!!!
Dr. Drugs officially has me on 300 mg of Wellbutrin, but I was taking 450 mg, my preferred (and I think therapeutic) dose until earlier this week, when I ran out of 150 mg tablets. So now I’m on just the damn 300 mg and I think this is affecting my mood. Dr. Drugs is really an asshole about Wellbutrin, he’s always claiming that I’m too stimulated and that it’s affecting my sleep. I claim bullshit. He is exceedingly hard to work with and I’ve thought of firing him more than once. I just don’t know if I could get someone better, or if I might get someone worse. Better the devil you know . . . if you know what I mean.
On the job front, I applied for a fucking Desktop Support job and the recruiter is checking my references. Applying for this job made me feel like I was just giving up, but I felt like I had to do something. The Account Manager for The Job That Never Starts told me that they’re hoping for a start date of next Thursday and I just laughed and laughed. No seriously I told her I wouldn’t hold my breath. Then I told her that I should get a dollar an hour raise for every week this job has been delayed. That would be a hefty raise but I think those fuckers owe it to me!
Not much in the way of plans for the weekend, other than getting my nails done, and maybe a haircut. Gotta look sharp for The Job That Never Starts. Haha. I don’t know what the lesson is in all of this or if there even is one. Maybe the lesson is that life is hard sometimes. If so, I got it.
Hope you all had a good week. Peach out!
P.S. – A picture of my manicure is below, at Suzy Koeppcake’s request 🙂