ugh.

Bluuuuuuurgh. I feel ill.

First week of work down. I tried to stay positive; I really did. Not as hard as I should have, perhaps, but there was definite effort involved. And I still hate it. I hate it so incredibly much.

The worst part isn't that it's cold or sore-making or the whole assembly-line nature of the thing. It's that I can't understand anyone, I don't like any of the people there, and I don't know what's happening. It's also that I have variable hours. Like, I have no idea when I'll be done of an evening. It sucks in the biggest possible way for it to suck.

And it's sucking the life out of me, too. I have zero energy for anything when I get home. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to see anyone. I can't unwind. I just sit, dreading bedtime because the next thing I know will be my alarm heralding a new awful day.

It's been a week.

I can't . . . do this.

I just can't.