|Things do not bode well....
||[Apr. 6th, 2005|07:17 pm]
I'm having one of those notorious Holly Moments where I want to curse the powers that be for the hell that is ensuing.|
Now, grant you, nothing particularly rotten is happening TO me. It's just that things are shitty.
Lot of irate customers, action items coming out my ears, stretched too thin and slightly antsy.
I'm nearing another "everyone go the fuck away and leave me alone" phase. I'm extremely adamant about having my own space and making my own rules (within reason of course).
I work hard. I'm finally in a place that's very near where I've been wanting to be for a very long time. I will not be stopped. Stubborn? Something to prove? Perhaps yes on both counts. But if the person I am proving things to is myself, then I conclude it to be my business.
I'm tired. I'm also back on hormones, which could account for some of my moodiness.
Okay, I'm babbling and my thoughts are fragmented. I'll stop now.