When Thursdays are Your Mondays

People I know generally dislike Mondays. I know why. What makes my Mondays even worse is that my five day work week starts on Thursday. While the other staff is winding down and exciting about tomorrow being Friday, it's all opposite for me. Ah well. Soon, it will all be different.

I need out of this house now. Too bad people are being assholes about it. Upon my return yesterday I was greeted with how horrible a person I am, how neglectful I was being to my brother's damn cats, and how disappointing I was being to him. Like he's never been disappointing to me before? And wtf, if it was that big of a deal, go do it yourself. I can't stand it when people bitch and complain about something but don't just fucking do it. Be proactive and do something about it, don't just complain about it. I'm not likely to give a shit either way, but especially so if you can't get off my ass about how much of a terrible person and sister I am. Fuck you.

My interview went well today. I scheduled her back to meet with Michelle next week. I have three more tomorrow and a couple more on Monday. I don't feel like an old pro yet, but I feel a little better about it. I'm glad I did my homework yesterday.

I'm still torn in different directions at work, but I think that things are slowly coming together. And soon, not only will I have a regular schedule, but I'll have some sense of control and organization over my workload. I can't stand being this scatterbrained about everything.