Sunday, September 15, 2013
I'm trying to de-clutter my apartment. It's taking way too long and whenever I make headway, I ending up stalling out and then the clutter I cleared ends up coming back. I wish my job would give me two days off in a row (aka a FULL weekend) so that I could do all my cleaning in a day and get it all done and then still have a day to rest afterward. I work so many Saturdays it's absolutely ridiculous. I know we're short-staffed (again), but full-timers shouldn't be working every Saturday, and I'm the only one that works so many. It's pretty annoying.
I suppose my sentiment is aggravated by my inability to fall asleep as well as imminent "failure" at sales this quarter. All my superiors are nice about except for one... and she constantly makes me feel inadequate and belittles me (or at least that's the way it feels). What I need is skill drills and tweaking in order to yield greater success, but it comes down to lack of motivation. Unfortunately, that just exacerbates the situation. I can't just give up, but I'm just getting so frustrated that it's actually hindering me.
I need to get out of this job.
I also need to get back on track. I'm glad that I'm under 150lbs finally, but I'm tired of being a size 12. I'm so close to size 10. The day that I fit comfortably into a 10 will be amazing. And then I can work towards 8 and 6. Size 6 is my goal.
On a brighter note: I joined a local community band. At the very least, I will have one night per week when I can get out, be with people, and do something that I love that will allow me to escape all my stresses for a little while.