Dumps

I'm down in the dumps.
And it's not a nice dump even.
And this is not poetry.
Though it looks like a poem.
I want a nice, wonderful day.
But not feeling terribly wonderful inside.
Maybe I need sleep.
Or a day off.
Or a vacation.
Or just some hours of doing nothing.
This really isn't a nice dump to be in.
:( :( :(

Welcome March

It's been awhile since I've been here. An almost constant state of depression has kept me away. But now -- and I'm NOT trivialising this -- now, I've rediscovered chocolate. You just need to be feeling sufficiently unhappy about life to really appreciate the magic of chocolate -- and now, since life is not being terribly pleasant, I'm gorging on chocs. So far, it's working. And getting fat is far from my mind.

It's been an eventful February that's brought on many hurried decisions -- made and changed. It was an emotionally charged month with many deep breaths and too many complaints. I'm glad March is here. Emotional isn't my gig really. I always thought I was the Phoebe Buffay type -- flakey, wise, a little blonde in the head, armed with a guitar I can't play, and a smelly cat that my boyfriend insists is gay. But February proved (to me at least) that I'm not as detached as I'd always made myself believe. Luckily, the month is over. A new chapter begins. Welcome home, March.

Job woes again

I need to need to leave my job. It's (a) depressing me as much as my earlier one did, and (b) making me feel trapped. The first can be dealt with. The second is the biggest no-no possible.

And strangely enough, last year, almost exactly this time, I was at pretty much the same crossroads (Refer here, here, here, and here for last year's job woes). Colleague just told me that Boss is planning to change our timings to 12 pm to 8-9pm. If that's the case, I'm quitting right away. Would make the decision a whole lot easier for me.

If you are reading between the lines or know me well enough, it's probably clear that I've already decided. The timing is still a question though. Let's see how soon I get pushed over the edge.

PS: I'd almost forgotten that I had started using new labels. :P Went straightaway to the old ones.