I HATE MY FUCKING JOB!!!! Why on earth did I choose to be a forensic scientist?? I don't think there has been one day since I started this job where I’ve not been stressed off my tits! I should have stayed as trucker, ok there way things are now I don't think I would be working but at least I’d been happy and stress free. I'm still a junior and my pay isn't that great and I lose so much in tax and student loan repayments I honestly don't have anything left at the end of the month. I want to save so I can go MWFF next year and spend sometime with my bear but I'm worried I'm not going to have enough saved, for fricksake I can't even afford to go to Fur con in the UK. ARRRRHHH!!! I can't even be a fucking fur.

One hopes things can get better. The only thing that’s keeps me going is my bear Tolstoy. I'd be lost with out him. My hero bear and of course I nearly fucked that up because I’m Fucking idiot. But we're working though that and I love him too much to let him.

Another thing that’s winding me up is that there was a time where I Iived in the land of Sarah Plankface, because my dad used to work for a company that had dealings in the USA and I often wish we had stayed there, I really hate this time of year, MWFF and I can't be there, why can't I be on the same side of the pond of my bear, I just wish I could just jump in car and drive to see my bear. The last few months most of the dreams I’ve had have been me being with my bear.

But like I've said one can hope things can get better. Ok enough ranting I’m going to play GTA 4 and run people over *evil grin* has anyone noticed all the fat cops waddle??

 

Current Mood: grumpy