Work takes it's toll.
Admittedly, I only worked a few hours today(7), but combined with the longer shifts I've been doing the past week, the short nights sleeping on the floor and the general frustration that working in a supermarket entails(heightened by the Christmas season) I've found myself on a short fuse today.
I managed to keep my cool at work, mostly. One colleague who thinks she's my boss kept rubbing me the wrong way and received a couple of angry replies to orders, but she soon realised that she wasn't helping by taking control and let me get on with things, so that helped.
But - as we all know - I'm not a people person, and by the end of my shift I was done being smiley and cheery to total strangers, and just wanted to go home and relax. Not possible in this house, of course, because it's not MY house. It's tiny, cramped, and I can't do whatever I want. Which in today's case was put my boobs on and get dressed so I can feel normal. But, besides the point.
Eventually Mum went out(though Mel was still in) and I did some coding and listened to podcasts. I was trying to do the code for the new trans blog I mentioned yesterday, but my short temper and tiredness got the better of me and I threw my laptop across the room, damaging further an already damaged and precious product.
I'm at the stage where my anger and frustration at the coding has me wanting to host the new blog on blogger.com . I don't like doing that, because it affords nowhere near the control that I like on here.
Oh, this is a stupid, irritating post to read probably. Fuck it. I started off thinking it would be a nice way to get my stress out, maybe stumble across something insightful about why I was so moody today, but instead it's just me moaning about things, and reeks of my pre-2005 writings, with some boring code stuff thrown in.
This is why I hate having a job. It's used up all my brain for today. But I have to start posting everyday again, so this is what you get.
Merry fucking Christmas, you gleaming bastards.