screaming tizzy/weeping meltdown count: 3
It's sort of hilarious! I can feel myself leveling up in skill and ability to cope with random fucking shit at work, and I'm almost feeling like I might be a motherfucking adult sometime soon, if not today, and then things get correspondingly interesting again.
Right now I am a stacked pile of stressors trying not to get to the 'call Todd' point. I can cope. I know I can cope. It's just that these things are all just sort of ridiculous by this point.
Let's run back to the first thing that I recognize in this particular stack: the oil change. Vash, my beloved sturdy little car, was overdue for an oil change. I've been deferring maintenance on all sorts of things, and he's been one. (My health has been another.) I was caught in hellcommute, and had chosen El Camino Real in preference to the somewhat-faster, but less scenic, 101. I had been figuring that I'd have to re-stack a weekend (schedule hell, with nine-hour-plus-commute workdays at that time) in order to get an oil change done, and I needed to refuel, and -- OH SWEET ENKI, WAS THAT A DRIVE-THROUGH OIL CHANGE PLACE I ESPIED?
So I drove through, and happily curled up in my seat with a can ofCandyland hooker semen nice cold Coca-Cola and re-read FEED while the nice strapping young men gave Vash some new fluids. ( Read more... )
Right now I am a stacked pile of stressors trying not to get to the 'call Todd' point. I can cope. I know I can cope. It's just that these things are all just sort of ridiculous by this point.
Let's run back to the first thing that I recognize in this particular stack: the oil change. Vash, my beloved sturdy little car, was overdue for an oil change. I've been deferring maintenance on all sorts of things, and he's been one. (My health has been another.) I was caught in hellcommute, and had chosen El Camino Real in preference to the somewhat-faster, but less scenic, 101. I had been figuring that I'd have to re-stack a weekend (schedule hell, with nine-hour-plus-commute workdays at that time) in order to get an oil change done, and I needed to refuel, and -- OH SWEET ENKI, WAS THAT A DRIVE-THROUGH OIL CHANGE PLACE I ESPIED?
So I drove through, and happily curled up in my seat with a can of