Bleh

Last Thursday's temp job for the football game, uh, I dunno, happened, I guess. It wasn't too bad, save for the 7+ hours of standing more or less stationary, which is never terribly fun for the feet. The people I worked with were all pretty nice, though one of them might have had mental problems; the guy talked really fast and said things that didn't always mean anything. There were a lot of communication problems, though I called my staffing place the next day and I think it's all been sorted out. I'll even get paid now for it, so yay.

Otherwise, the job front is more of light breeze, or somebody coughing. The anxiety I tend to get with this issue darn near incapacitates me from looking for the jobs I rather quite need, so that sucks. I'm going to be looking into doctors shortly about my anxiety stuff, as there is a history in my family of broken thyroid glands, which lead to anxiety. There's also a history of depression, which has kicked in the past two days once the anxiety started to ebb a little. My body chemistry is really not helping me right now, the bastard.

I'm also feeling the need to vent and be creative, in order to get things out, but my mind is not really operating at very good efficiency right now, so I am at a loss as to how to be so. Blech. I'd rather be funny. Or funned, even. Just as long as people are laughing, I'm in a better place.

Story time!

Okay, so like I said, I needed to create a bit, so I just wrote this on a whim. I have no idea where this came from or what the hell is wrong with me, but here it is, the tale of man who flies in his sleep and his grand idea. Written in the form of a messed up fairy tale or child's story. Or whatever.

( Sky Sleep )