I hate writing about how sad and in pain I am, but we all use our blogs as ways to unleash our feelings and thoughts.
As if my personal life wasn’t sucky enough, my work life has just been thrown for a loop. My senior analyst announced her resignation this week. FML. We are already short-staffed and now *my dept* consists of, umm, me. This puts a heap of stress and work on me that I am not prepared nor trained for. The skill set that she possesses, I do not. Short story with my job is that I was doing one thing for 10 years, then about 2 years ago, with mergers and all that crapola, I was forced into a different type of role. One I have little experience in, but I’ve learned along the way. Well, now I need to learn (and in crash course mode) a whole bunch of stuff that I only hope I can get even the slightest grasp of.
This part is dedicated to all you ladies who also suffer from arachnophobia…last night I saw a brown spider scurry down my wall. By the time I jumped up to maybe try to kill it, it disappeared. So, now there is a spider in my apartment and I don’t know where the hell it is.
Yeah, it’s like the universe just wants to keep taking giant heaping craps on me.
I am convinced that April 2011 has been one of the most effed up months EVER for me.
I’d really wish for it to be May already, but that means that I’ve turned 36. Still single and nowhere near marriage and family (both which were in short reach two months ago). In my now increasingly sucky job. Living in an apartment with a spider that’s probably going to eat my face. And three weeks away from a half marathon, which I don’t think I’m going to wind up doing, because I can’t even run 4 miles now.