i will survive...maybe

so as apartment plans solidify and dissipate according to the unequal timing of current landlords and potential landlords, i find myself down to the wire in every sense. decision will be made this afternoon. in the next 54 minutes because that's when the mail is picked up from the box outside the building in which i work. i'm at the mercy of everybody else - it's really not my choice at all. frustrating, but not a new concept. moving on . . .

with the responsibility of training a full time employee looming, i find myself dreading next week. the fact that she's full time means that instead of 4-hour training sessions which then allow me to do the rest of my work, we have 8-hour training sessions, almost all to be filled by me: explaining things, being observed, and the like. i think i'm going to shoot myself.

i don't really want to talk about it anymore, so i'm not going to. things don't seem to be going right for me lately, and it's starting to hurt.

i'm so grateful it's the weekend, and yet i don't want next week to come.
friday night, saturday, and sunday: if you love me, please go by slowly. please.