I think a lot of the problem is that we're not allowed to do anything between calls now. If I could spend the thirty seconds to a minute between stupid people and their stupid questions reading, I wouldn't feel like I'm going insane. Instead all I can do is stare at the wall, and it's pissing me the fuck off.
Not to mention that it gives me too much time to think, by which I mean worry. About my family, about my completely fucked up financial situation, about the boy (although that's changed a lot, to sum up my feelings have cooled and he's not using me for anything I'm not using him for if you get my drift).
I'm glad I have a job. It's not that bad. But the last couple of weeks I feel like I just can't take it. I just have to hold on another couple of weeks and then I can request a schedule change - part of my issue is having to be up so damn early. It just kills me. Going on five months here and it's not getting better. If I can just get on a later shift, with shorter hours, I think it'll be easier on me. God I hope so, or I might end up waitressing again.
In less whiny, happier news, I got another tattoo!