If I hadn't said it before, I'll say it now: I no longer enjoy going to work. I am dreading the morning. This third season has burned me out, completely.
All I want to do is go in, do my job, then leave. But this year is different, with all the teaching and all the new responsibilities and the problems I have to deal with. Then there are the personality clashes, the assholes and the non-positive people I also have to deal with. Plus these people and problems change each day. It's overwhelming, and I don't like it.
Then I have to worry about the club. No one's coming out, and now the owner's pushing me out. And I have no idea how much money we're making. What am I supposed to do? This could really be a problem if it wants to be.
On top of all that are the gardening and harvesting I may or may not need to do. Then I have to freeze the tomatoes, not too late but not too early. Then I have my parents' real estate interests to deal with, starting after work tomorrow. And then I need to worry about laundry and picking up the mail I'm leaving around the house. And that doesn't include any bills I may have overlooked. And then I have to reconcile my day planner, which means I need to keep track of my expenses again.
Weirdly, in the middle of all this I think I may -- may -- have arranged a date. And it was with ****a, the girl who stood me up for a massage last week. I have these two passes from Entertainment Weekly to see the pilot of a new Showtime series called The Affair. May be sexy -- perfect for seeing with a stripper. But even that is something I Have To Do, which is something that I have trepidation toward, even if it's supposed to be a good thing.
I need to set up a time with that shrink.
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