Sunday Night Sad

sunday squared ffs.

I haven't walked any considerable distance since Dec 22, so I made myself go out today and get some exercise. Within 200m my ankle was hurting like a bastard. Unfit me.

Spouses should not be able to take time off when other spouse has to work. There should be some kind of rule >:(
Mr Veg is off all week.

I was jealous of my accountant friend for an instant this weekend. I went over to his house on Saturday and he was complaining about being bored, since he had't worked since December 19th. Of course, I won't be jealous in about three weeks when he is ramped up to 80 hour weeks for his "busy season". Still, I'm ready to reach that 6-month mark and get some vacation time, even just a day or two. But, I'm not complaining, considering where I was a year ago.

Also, at age 37, I still can't grow a beard.

― Pleasant Plains, den 2 januari 2011 23:57 (Yesterday) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

most depressing thing i've read today. i'm turning 25 in a month thinking "maybe this is the year..."

29 and no beard possible here either. sadface.

No beard for me either :D (sorry)

My dad used to look like Bruce Sutter, so it's frustrating.

Anyway. I'm back at work clean-shaven, with one brown and one black shoe on. The laziness is already catching up with me.

grew a beard in 2010 iirc

Oh I've come to terms w/ the fact that I will never be able to grow a beard, probably; it is very distressing.

was everyone really sad last night that they can't grow beards?

like, glass of wine in one hand, stroking a stubble-less chin with the other while staring in the mirror and sighing?

Being a man supposedly means you can change your entire look at a month's whim, a beard today, clean-shaven tomorrow, maybe grow a moustache with those biker handles.

But not me. I can grow a goatee, but that appears like you're not willing to go all out.

I never knew how pervasive beard-sadness was. Sad for u guys.

Well, that was Sunday night. I'm over it now.

:{)

...and we women get sad when we get beards. I think the beard fairy got drunk one night and mistook me for a man. :-( I mean, shaving is all right, but the words "face" "every day" and "Christine" should not be associated with it.

Beard fairy only half visited me, by way of nose hair. I inherited my Dad's nose with all of its gross hair sticking out of it and it makes me sad I don't have one of those girl noses where you would never know that there's even any hair inside.

I hate my job
because we have too many major projects on at once and there is just not time to do everything at once
and I don't even know where to start with the newest project but people keep asking me where I'm up to
and I limped through last week weakly deflecting their questions and promising myself I'd spend this weekend working
and I didn't, because fuck that noise
and now, it is Sunday evening
and I am thinking of how much I'd rather tear my own limbs off than go into work, ever again
just one of the repeating patterns of my life

sorry if you read this
it wasn't worth it

My Sunday Night Sad has morphed into Sunday Night Angry at this point, Sundays are so awful that I end up mad at the world by night.

i drown mine in sunday night overeat

( i start a diet tomorrow)

blergh

:(

I got a cold so I'm sick and sad...

there there

Fuck Sundays. Worthless day.

I can usually get something productive done in the morning, but after lunch it's just bleurgh no chance.

i love drinking on a sunday. not doing it today tho. p bored.

I feel really good and I got some stuff done, but the sun is low in the sky and melancholy seems imminent.

Wrecked myself on Saturday night, spent all sunday hung over in oppressive heat, got a migraine and slept like shit last night, and now I have the monday morning furiously angry fed up with trying and failing at everything sads.

I did that yesterday... I think I've bumped my calendar up a day somehow.

feel incompetent at job, compounded by seeing my nemesis (someone who did nothing worse to me than being mildly dismissive and good enough at our job to leave it for a better-paid one, and whom I should really not still regard as a nemesis a year later)

argued protractedly w/boyfriend over I don't even know what mildly un-reciprocal relationship expectation, confirmed things I knew but would rather not be sure of, couldn't sleep for hours then dreamt of imaginary bad work situations last night

(office space voice) someone's got a case of the sundays!

blah.

your enemy probably isn't doing that well, you just aren't there to supervise their misery

I like your thinking - was just a bit annoyed that they were out with coworkers from the better-paid job I thought they wouldn't last a month at if they cut the same corners nobody else noticed them cutting at my job, but oh well

also, hi DG

hi dere

co-workers are probably corner-cutting assholes too

*shudder*

I have found that the solution to having sunday night sad is to not have a job to go to on monday (or tuesday, etc.). However this turns not to be a good solution for earning any money.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GETMvF2WS00

i haven't been in work for 5 or 6 weeks and i went to speak with my line manager on Thursday and told her i thought it was best if i resigned, because i couldn't promise my head would ever be in a place to consistently turn up and do what was needed of me, and i was ashamed at jerking everybody around. i've broken a bunch of conditions of my effective employment because in the weird semi-holiday of the summer i didn't contact anybody to tell them i was ill and i haven't been to see a doctor in months - it seemed pretty pointless, i've had all the ineffective "help" i'm gonna get, i don't even want to identify as ill any more.

but i said i'd go in and work until we'd talked things thru with Personnel because there's all sorts of financial implications depending how i go and secretly i hoped they might find me something i cd do that i cd cope with - tho i think what i can't cope with right now is offices and their horrible vibe of rectitude and gossip

so i don't even really know what the fuck i'm gonna do tomorrow and the dread is pretty massive especially multiplied out thru sunday night alone - weird how much twilight and isolation can creep inside you like something very primal, pre civilization, cast out from the camp fire

it isn't work it's the people who organize work and tomorrow the sun'll come back and it'll be ok, kind of, for a bit

dammit Analord is perfect sound for Sunday evening but otoh Tinker Tailor's on in an hour

Good luck, NV. You might have mentioned this elsewhere and I missed it, but are there any working from home possibilities?

Also, you've reminded me to watch Tinker Tailor.

i doubt it

film was good tho

also fuuuuuuuuuck everyboooooody who doesn't get me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMPMiLddsuE

good luck tomorrow NV <3

yes, good luck <3

was Sunday-night-sad earlier, now I am just staying up past my bedtime pretending it can be Sunday forever and never turn into Monday

best of luck NV. if it helps, all of the worrying and speculating about what might happen tomorrow is likely to get you more worked up than the actual event will. Hoping things turn out well for you.

I ought to be grateful that I've got a job to go to tomorrow. And that I just had a great vacation at the beach. But....

I get this a lot and sometimes even worse on Saturdays, although this weekend has been decent. In addition to the impending dread of going back to work, I often get very negative if I feel like I'm letting my little slice of free time slip through my fingers, so keeping myself occupied one way or another is key.

Fuck me I've been working (from home) all weekend and I forgot until just now that it's Sunday night and that I did absolutely nothing to enjoy this weekend.

Bleurgh...
A week into this temp IT support gig and I'm already counting the days until it's over.