Its obscene o’clock in the morning, and for some reason known only to those who pass out the WTF coupons, Im awake. This has happened to me a couple of times this week, to the point that the fact I have to work in 4-5 hrs no longer concerns me.
This state of affairs is getting bad.
Indeed, WTF analysts predict a 72.34% chance that I will go postal tomorrow, with a 37% chance of rain and .54% chance of me going postal. Go figure. The one bright spark on the horizon I suppose is on sunday we don’t have to perform the system shutdown restart on the mainframe. Thank god for small mercies.
I guess part of the reason why I’m up is Im stressing out a bit over whats going on in the upcoming weeks. I’ve got a job interview exam coming up for a promotion. These things are generally 2hrs long answering technical questions in front of a panel. Yay.
Saving my ass off to round out my house deposit, which I’m in the preliminary process of getting a loan for. Perhaps not that but my infuriation over the amount of tax breaks/incentives one gets if its an “Investment” property as opposed to a place I want to live it. Its also not fun being broke, and I’m trying to figure out how I survived on my bottleshop wage back in the day.
Ive signed up for this writers competition called summerwrite. Basically its 150,000 words in 4 months. Basically a novel. Im stressing because I don’t have the time to put fingers to keyboard on it for any large amount of time, which is what I need to be able to do.
Fark. I’ve about had enough of this I think. Blah.
/Rant.