Tag: Diarium

With any luck, I’ll have a new phone by the end of the day tomorrow.

I hate this place.

I am extremely tired, and am like of afraid of driving home when I leave work…

Dean has been sick for a few days, now. I’m sure he’ll be okay, but still, I’m a little worried. I hope he gets better soon. We’d taken him to the doc on Monday, and the guess was that he’s just fighting some unknown stomach bug. Hopefully it’ll pass tonight.

This phone is a little bit of a pain. Sad, really. It’s still somewhat snappy at doing things. The trouble is that it’s outdated and today’s apps just demand too much. And that’s sad, as communities of programmers have shown that we can get so much more out of computing hardware decades older.

Just a quick note. Earmarking having broken two phones recently due to work related activities. Am now using an old phone I still had laying around at home.

I’m tired of being tired.

Tired.

Really don’t wanna be at work, but I’m here.

Yay.

Went to Morehead. Got an AM/FM radio at the Peddlers Mall.

Ugh. I’m tired. But I’m always tired.

The social hour always seems to bug me when I’m walking into the breakroom before the meeting. I’m not sure why it bothers me, but for some reason hearing the goofy laughter and commentary over whatever the latest stupid thing someone saw on whatever social platform bugs me.

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything; so much for trying to get back in the habit of journaling regularly.

My almost nightly writing kind of died off because of a change in things at work. I had been able to spend a stupid amount of time before work to do a little bit of writing–with the clocking in a tad early, waiting for the meeting, and writing just a little bit more during the meeting. At some point, someone caught on that we were wasting a ton of time and money, and we were finally instructed not to clock in until our scheduled start of shift, and meetings started firing off just a little bit earlier. I can’t complain about that, because, duh, they were throwing money out the window; unfortunately, my journaling before work died.

I guess maybe I should try to start keeping up with my writing efforts on my lunch break.