So sick of coming home like this

OMG I'm a little ball of stress from the last part of my work day. It's so effing hard to get anything done with our new computerized training system, and not having a manager (not to mention that the manager who just left was basically incompetent AND the entire training department structure being fucked from top down, anyway - NO standardization, NONE, absolutely having to dig for any piece of information, etc) - I just come home not only at the end of my rope so goddamned many days it's ridic, I also am seriously afraid that someone will eventually decide to blame it all on me and fire me. I keep feeling like I need to get another job before that happens. Maybe a part-time job and then cut down my hours so I don't have as much invested (not only financially, but also emotionally) in one place...? I don't know. Juggling part-time jobs is a pain in the ass and I had promised myself I'd never do it again.

Tea water is on, and there's rum available. I need to get my mind on something else.

This is how self-conscious and shy I am...

I was invited to breakfast for Friday. Alice extended the invitation probably two weeks ago, after TF (I don't know if I ever picked a nick for her, although I've been working with her for most of ten years) decided they would change the breakfast time so that I could attend. Now TF is off picking up the debris of Sandy, and I know Alice tends not to like to come into town on Fridays, and I don't know if anyone else is going and I'm feeling like I might end up having breakfast all by myself.

But what would I do if I hadn't been invited? I'd probably have taken myself out for breakfast, since I haven't in a while. I don't mind going out to breakfast by myself. So there's not a great deal of difference between doing that in Freeport or driving to South Portland for it. If nobody else shows up I'll read, maybe write a little, there's nothing wrong with that.

Of course I looked up the address of the restaurant yesterday, and keep looking back at it.

making up for all the days I don't post, apparently.

Did I mention that, because we took the condo off the market for the winter, Eor was able to put his Marvelous Clothesline Invention back up? And yesterday I went to the storage place and brought back our dish drainer. I may have had my complaints about this particular dish drainer - the angle of drainage isn't really as good as it could be and there's often a puddle - but Oh! Dish drainer! How I have missed you! What a pain in the ass living without it has been.