Heaven in Hard Times

So I guess I am going on a date with redneck brother-of-coworker. Enough time had passed since the original discussion I just assumed he wasn't going to call but apparently coworker just hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him before this past weekend. I DIDN'T NEED TO REJOICE WORRY ABOUT THE NOT CALLING THING, he called THREE TIMES yesterday, even after coworker told him I'd gone home with a migraine and she doubted I'd answer. And twice today, before I decided one more ring would give me an epic anxiety attack and I was gonna have to suck it up and answer at some point.

I did not succeed at being so awkward on the phone he went all wtf and hung up and went to ask coworker why she said I was so fun. That would have been awesome, but clearly that plan was a no from the start because I could not have been any more awkward.

Also, today I was accused of trying to make a coworker quit based on a bunch of conspiracy-theory worthy bullshit. Her little bullshit outburst left me so wound up I was shaking and by the time I wound down I was just DRAINED. With that buildup/letdown and the big anxiety buildup/letdown of the Hetero Phone Conversation I can barely hold my head up right now.

SO YEAH, TODAY WAS FUN.

I start a new job today and I don't waaaant toooo. Words cannot express my level of not wanting to. I am pretty sure no one has ever wanted anything less than I want to get in my car to go to a warehouse right now.

And I'm generally pretty okay on Mondays. But yesterday around 5 I got nailed with this MASSIVE exhaustion, and I couldn't take a nap or I'd be up all night, and going to bed early didn't do a thing. I cannot even believe how tired I am right now.

At least today's just training and is supposed to be shortish, Adecco lady said six or seven hours. I told my dad I'd take sister to work later, but I don't think he needs me to, so maybe if I make pitiful look-how-tired-I-am puppy eyes that won't be a thing.

I haven't gone to bed later than 10:30 any night this week; I'm trying to take advantage of not having a bedtime tonight but I'm wiped right now and will probably end up in bed after I finish this post. Sweeet.

Work this week was not awful - I was actually disappointed to find out they don't need the temps back next week. It was just shipping baby formula - stripping labels, breaking down boxes, making boxes, relabeling, repacking, and loading up pallets - and was tedious as Hell, but the atmosphere was 1,000,000% better than Helljob, and I liked the people. Plus, better hours - 7-3:15, so I had more afternoon to myself. So idk. I did talk to Adecco this afternoon, 'cause they'd asked for feedback, and let them know I'd be happy to do that assignment again in the future. But for now it's job-hunting, which is...really really hard for me. It's the last thing left that REALLY triggers my anxiety to a point I have trouble functioning.

My Dad finally saw my AWESOME DISNEY ROOM OF AWESOME, I've been having him come up and turn my air conditioner on when I leave work so the room starts to cool off before I get home (it's about a 15 minute drive). I expected some variation on a bewildered "that is ridiculous how much did you spend on that shit" but he just said he liked the window. IDK. My Dad, he is. Something. He also seemed somewhat surprised/confused when I told him I passed on the High School Musical shower curtain because when my brother's home we share the upstairs bathroom. SO MAYBE I'll go back and get it, and if brother complains I'll inform him I had Dad's endorsement. Haha what I am pathetic.

The JoBro Collector's Rolling Stone fills my heart with fresh glee daily. I've gotten most of the posters put up now that I have a fresh supply of double-sided tape (due to poor-planning, when I turn my head to the right I get a face full of JailbaitNick crotch, OOPS), and I keep rereading the KJo/Brad Paisley interview despite my "ugh Brad Paisley" thing because KEVIN IS SO CUTE. He just...BABBLES. So precious. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH idk. Also he's fueled the Kevin/Joe fic I've been halfheartedly picking at (= "written three lines all week, despite having the whole thing plotted out"). AWESOME.

Bedtime! I remember when I could stay up until, like, five. I'M GETTING OLD UH OH.