Poll of the Day > These past few weeks have been a bit tiresome.

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I have been very agitated these past few weeks.

It all started when my landlord decided to move houses, and alert me only about five days beforehand, so that moving with him would be my best option. Unfortunately, it was. He had ecstatically presented it as great news. I, however, was less joyful about it. Moving complications aside, my new living space is worse than before. My landlord had stuck a toilet plunger into the sink where I used to cook my rice; now it's just no longer usable. It's not like it ever was, though; both the sink and the fridge they told me to use are located less than a few meters away from the bathroom. It's a sanitary nightmare, especially for a germaphobic person who might have OCD. They also showed me my new entrance: I have to squeeze in between a broom shed and their trash bin in order to enter their house. I interpret it as a measure of how much they value me. Anyway, it's a sanitary nightmare for when I have to carry groceries, among other things, into my living space. The landlord's wife and her shrill shrieking are --- and always have been --- beyond insufferable. She has no sense of boundaries or respect when it comes to me, unfortunately. I don't care to say more, because even I grow tired of repeating myself. The landlord had had a spat with his son last year, and has explicitly, and to my great discomfort, confessed to me that he thinks of me as a surrogate son. If this is how he treated him, then it's hardly any wonder why they were at such odds with each other.

These, and the fact that I just haven't any room to spread out properly, constitute the reasons why I am trying to move out on the eighth of October. Unfortunately, I cannot do it this month, since the couple are out on vacation until the end of September. My move-out simply cannot come soon enough. I'm just so tired of dealing with people all the time. I don't enjoy having to drive out to get food like when I first moved out on my own, without any sort of support. I don't like when people touch my things without even asking. It's just so terrible, and so very tiring. Sometimes, I feel that all people do is get in my way.

It's been almost a year since I started the job I am currently working. When I was hired, I was ecstatic, and considered myself very lucky to finally find work, which moreover paid more than any job I've ever had in my life. Now, I'm a bit less enthusiastic about going to work every morning. My main gripe with the lot at work is that their spelling and grammar is so depressingly bad. You would think that a middle-schooler wrote up all the communications and work documentation that were prepared for the workers there. Being forced to enable their habits by taking their writing seriously is just terrible. I am inclined to blame the American state I live in now; a quick Google-search tells me that Nevada is reported by a couple of sites to be one of the least-educated states in America. The computer-literacy of my co-workers isn't too high, either. I have finished writing a couple of tutorials on the program they regularly use, but I am doubtful that they will ever get around to them. It bothers me that they're so bad at Excel; it's why I wrote up those tutorials to begin with. I don't feel comfortable leaving their team without leaving behind any manuals on how to do things. Then again, they've always functioned perfectly fine before I came. Who knows, really, if they'll do better without me or not?

I have thought about changing jobs to something that pays a little more. But it's not like I myself am competent enough in programming to pursue a respectable career, sadly. I was just thinking of notifying my boss that I was thinking about transferring jobs, once my housing situation stabilizes a bit. I do hope that she will consent to being used as a reference. When I do get hired onto a better role, I plan to send in a proper notice to adhere to protocol and so forth.

I feel as though I can enjoy nothing, feeling as inconvenienced, ignored, and mistreated as I have been. Recently, I looked into that new cartoon with the reverted ice-wizard, and his formerly fictional creation-friends. Only recently have I remembered that I was originally drawn to the original show because I was in a bad mental state one day, and had been attracted to the notion of a less-than-sane man being genuinely cared for and loved. But I realized that I am not particularly interested in the franchise as a whole. In regards to my complaints of being ignored, I can say honestly that I do deserve to be ignored. It's callous to say that everyone's just background noise to me at this point. But it's also true. Sometimes, though, I feel too shy to engage, or to reciprocate their greetings. I am used to being ignored; I am used to assuming that people are really talking to somebody else when I think they are talking to me. I'm bad at talking, besides, having had so very little practice doing it.

Anyway, how was your Friday, board?

I must have these answers.

August was the busiest month of the year for my employer and today it just kinda hit me on my way out so I stopped at the liquor store and immediately opened that shit when I got home.
Its been a nice, relaxing evening to say the least.