There is something cruel
Sep. 12th, 2008 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrAbout not being able to enjoy a Friday night because you have to work on Saturday. Granted, I have no right to bitch. Plenty of my peeps work retail schedules, which means they never get weekends. Still, I think it sucks. However, the overtime is nice.
I also appear to be going over to chill with my homeslices tomorrow night, sing Greg is kind enough to offer to come get me.
Which just reminds me that I fucking fail at the whole driving thing. My brother and youngest sister are both able to drive now, which leaves me feeling vaguely stupid. Then again, the way gas is, how the fuck would I afford to anyway? If I put money into a car, all the other plans I'm working on would be fucked.
Still, it sucks when you tell comrades at work that you feel like a loser, and all you get is a long, awkward silence that obviously means I am a loser -__-
I would love to at least have the fucking license. But I can't afford a driving school, and that just makes me feel even more stupid. I wish I had a friend or something to take me driving, and polish my skills. My roomate said she would, but every weekend she has something better to do. What right do I have to nag? So I continue to fail. Maybe I'll work something out next summer. Blah.
Want to go to bed. Want to order pizza, but I'm trying so hard not to spend money I should not be spending. *sigh*
Now to muster the energy to get some work done, since I'm clearly getting zero done tomorrow.
I also appear to be going over to chill with my homeslices tomorrow night, sing Greg is kind enough to offer to come get me.
Which just reminds me that I fucking fail at the whole driving thing. My brother and youngest sister are both able to drive now, which leaves me feeling vaguely stupid. Then again, the way gas is, how the fuck would I afford to anyway? If I put money into a car, all the other plans I'm working on would be fucked.
Still, it sucks when you tell comrades at work that you feel like a loser, and all you get is a long, awkward silence that obviously means I am a loser -__-
I would love to at least have the fucking license. But I can't afford a driving school, and that just makes me feel even more stupid. I wish I had a friend or something to take me driving, and polish my skills. My roomate said she would, but every weekend she has something better to do. What right do I have to nag? So I continue to fail. Maybe I'll work something out next summer. Blah.
Want to go to bed. Want to order pizza, but I'm trying so hard not to spend money I should not be spending. *sigh*
Now to muster the energy to get some work done, since I'm clearly getting zero done tomorrow.
