mariic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ugh...Mondays... I really do not like Mondays. Monday means no blue jeans and bare feet. Monday is the day I have to remember how stupid I have been over the weekend. Monday is my dog looking at me as if to say “What could be so important that you are leaving me?” Monday is the gym. Monday means I have to get up and spend 8 BORING hours at my job. And have 4 more days of the same to look forward to. I have got to get out of there. I started writing a story about my fucked up love life because I cannot do anything else to occupy my time. I do not think that Linda has any idea how efficient I am. She gives me a job and I complete it in a few minutes. And she thinks I am not getting things done. She asks me “Have you done this? Have you done that?” And I say, yes… Chuck and I both have buildings owned by the same person, and he has some specific reports he wants monthly. We both got our accounting info at the same time, and started on our reports. Mine took me 30 minutes; Chuck’s took him two hours. But the problem I see is that they are starting to give me all the crappy duties they do not want to do. So I have some work to do, but nothing interesting or fun, and I still have 6 hours a day that I have to find something to occupy it. I am not there to be their assistant peon. I spend 40 hours a week at my job. I wish I had one that I did not dread going to. My brother is turning 32 this week, on Friday. We are going to have a barbeque. I think my mother and I are going to give him a bedroom makeover. I liked the idea, because I can give grunt labor, which does not cost me too much. I talked to LeAnn today; she said Charlie got home okay from Vegas. Poor thing went there and got the stomach flu. Not fun. She was fun this weekend. Got right into the swing of things with the guys at the pub, Saturday was certainly tease Marii night. Ah well, I do like it I guess. Any attention is very welcome. I feel like I have been people starved for so long. I kept myself pulled away from everyone. I hated myself so much. I hated my body, and did not want anyone to look or touch me. Now all of the sudden I am getting kind of affectionate and it feels good. I no longer flinch (inside or out) when someone touches or hugs me. 8:46 p.m. - 2003-09-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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