I’m sick of having drinks go cold on me at work. Every bloody time I make myself something to drink, I then get to do something for two hours that means I don’t get to take even a sip. Upon returning to a realistic “Mug from Arm Distance” the inevitable always occurs… sip, cringe, spit.
I’m becoming very disillusioned with almost everything related or connected to my family of late.
They are literally driving me nuts. They all have this god awful habit of hiding things, really important things. The more I think about the issues that have cropped up recently, the more it comes home to roost that you really, really, really DON’T get to choose your family.
Everything else in my life at the moment feels like it’s just being juggled. Nothing seems to take form or shape in any way, it all just feels like it’s just “there” with no particular purpose.
On a brighter note, I’m really looking forward to Christmas. Just some time away from this fucking god forsaken office will be the best present I could wish for.