I find that the presence of people puts me in a better mood, but when I'm left alone I start to shut down and hate the world a little. Oh, how the festering bitterness boils sometimes!
I mean really, all the people that are the ones trying to tell me "hey at least you'll have extra money" are the ones that never seem to have to worry about money. And it annoys me because it just seems like such hollow encouragement. It doesn't help that I'm feeling ten times more pessimistic than usual I guess.
And then I found out how much money Brian Conde makes and I was left stunned, thinking, I am a failure at life. Anyone can do my job(s); it's not like I do anything all that special. If I did, you'd think I'd make more money. Or be less overworked! Argh!
I picked up more hours for Wednesday at the comic shop, and I'll be working at both Hannaford AND Casablanca Tuesday. 12 hours for the win. But it's okay! A few days left and I get two days off in a row...and yet, I'm super busy on both days and then it's back to work again. Including working until 7pm on my birthday. Urrrghhh?