Not a good day

[tarotgal]

So I'm having a crappy week- working twice as many hours and having no time for fun and little for sleep. Stupid responsibilities *kick* Waking up at 7am to clean before the people come to put in new windows only to have them call and say they're not coming. Grrr! And my sister keeps breaking down and I'm worried about her. And then my boss today being a... GRRRRR! Why the FUCK do people without phobias not care about people who have them? And I swear that if I hear "you've gotta get over it" one more time I'm going to KILL someone. And why is my coping mechanism crying rather than actually saying what I want to say when it would make sense to say it? FUCK. I realize it's the whole phobia thing making me break down right now but it's not like that makes me feel better about my crappy life at the moment. And so I spent the whole drive home from work a few minutes ago sobbing and what comes on the radio? Fallen by Sarah McLachlan. Oh yeah. Like THAT'S going to make me feel better?

Damn appropriate signs. *kicks fate... or irony... or whatever* I'm just too exhausted and depressed to care about anything at the moment. I don't like not caring.

Must go feed and walk dog. In the pouring rain. See, THIS is why I didn't get a dog. Yet I still get stuck taking care of one. Ah well. Only 3 hours before I get to go back to work again. Oh JOY! Anyone got a magic "make this pissy mood go away" pill? Preferably one I can take without swallowing because, yeah, back to the stupid phobias rant.

I think I need ice cream. Or heat in the house. Or both. Stupid life. *sigh*

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

{{{{{{{{{{tg}}}}}}}}}}}

I'm so sorry that you're having such a bad day. I'm sending you cyber hugs. Wish I could do something to help, but I at least wanted you to know I'm thinking of you.

I'mk a cryer too unfortunately, my husband has had to deal with me having multiple meltdowns since things have been so stressful with my mom. It's becoming way to frequent around here.

Hope tomorrow is better,

Tina

[tarotgal]

Awwww, thank you for the hugs. Wish I could read the fic you wrote for me at work, but I'm not that brave (or stupid). Thank you, though. Much appreciated. I hope you know that you've been in my thoughts as well since you mentioned your troubles regarding your mother. You certainly have a much more valid reason to break down than I have, but it's been one of those days where I could definitely use the hugs. *Hugs back* Thank you :-)

[rainbowbluebird.livejournal.com]

Oh tg...I'm so sorry you're not having a good week. *big hug*

I don't have a magic pill but I can send sneezy elf, padawan and pups thoughts your way...

Please know I'm thinking of you.

Bright Blessings.

BVB

[tarotgal]

Thank you muchly *HUGS*
I know everyone has crap in life and compared to a lot of people mine's pretty unimportant (I mean, I've got a house to come home to, even if the furnace is broken) but it's just overwhelming when it all decides to hit at once and you don't have time to deal with any of it. So thank you. Especially for the nummy thoughts *EG* Definitely lovely things to imagine there.

Thanks!

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

*MASSIVE HUGS*

I'm so sorry life's giving you such a beating right now. That's the trouble with being the responsible one...you will always have to pick up the slack for others, and often get little appreciation for it.

Re: the phobia--I join you in your 'ARRGH!' over the 'get over it' statement. It's like asking someone with arachnaphobia to go sit in a big vat of spiders, or telling someone with a fear of heights to move into a high-rise apartment because they'll get used to it eventually. It takes some nerve to say that to someone you're not even very close to, and definitely shows a total lack of any attempt to understand you.

I could try and get you a 'happy drug' from work, but then I'd get fired and thrown into jail, and then my cat would be alone and I'd lose my apartment, etc. So instead I'll just join BVB in sending you mental images of sneezy wizards, elves, and Jedi cuddling in front of a roaring fire, wrapped in snuggle comforting blankets. *G*

[tarotgal]

That's the trouble with being the responsible one...you will always have to pick up the slack for others, and often get little appreciation for it.
Exactly. And it's not even the appreciation thing. I couldn't care less about that most times. I just wish it didn't all have to fall on me ALL the time because I'm the dependable one who can't say no. And I REALLY wish it didn't have to fall on me when I'm having an especially busy work week and I'm already exhausted and having a bad day.

Re: the phobia--I join you in your 'ARRGH!' over the 'get over it' statement. It's like asking someone with arachnaphobia to go sit in a big vat of spiders, or telling someone with a fear of heights to move into a high-rise apartment because they'll get used to it eventually. It takes some nerve to say that to someone you're not even very close to, and definitely shows a total lack of any attempt to understand you.
Exactly. I "cope" with my phobias by avoiding them. Just like someone afraid of airplanes might be afraid but manages not to have a melt-down by not getting on an airplane. It's not really a way of working through the phobia but it works for me on a daily basis and why the HELL would anyone tell someone to go sit in a vat of spiders and expect them to get used to it after a while? LOL People make no sense to me. I mean, everyone is afraid of something to some degree... why aren't people more empathetic in this society? It's like people can't be bothered to spend the time seeing things from someone else's point of view.

I could try and get you a 'happy drug' from work, but then I'd get fired and thrown into jail, and then my cat would be alone and I'd lose my apartment, etc. So instead I'll just join BVB in sending you mental images of sneezy wizards, elves, and Jedi cuddling in front of a roaring fire, wrapped in snuggle comforting blankets. *G*
Mmmmm. Fire-side snuggling when sick. Definitely my number one fantasy image. *deep sigh* I'm so predictable ;-) Thank you. And, ick, no worries about the drugs. I'll save you the long explanation, but I figure that if I can identify the reasons I'm depressed and crying for hours on end then it's probably not something that should be fixed by drugs (at least not exclusively)... but, yeah, I'd take nummy fantasies over meds any day! So thank you :-) *HUGS Back*