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Enough to finally make me cry!
13 years ago
From the Desk of Jack the Gorilla....
Well, today sucked!
Setting aside possible financial Collapse and drama at work, I've been having a shitty week.
Mix in thirty job applications I've submitted this month with the few responses being rejections have done much to help my mood.
It has been a gray, rainy, cold, ugly day here in Ohio and I woke up in a sad funk. It's persisted all day. I suffer from depression and another disease. But today it was just like this heavy, wet, cold blanket was draped over me. It slowed me down, made me not care, caused aches and pains. Not fun.
So nothing I did could shake off this funk till I caffeinated myself and watched some Romero Films. (At least I'm not living in a world as made by Romero, or worse Shamylan)
So at about eleven thirty I resumed work on a piece I've been working on. By twelve thirty I had really hit my stride, was enjoying the process and was really happy with what I'd written.
One A.M. My laptop crashes and I loose seven pages of work. Disappointment. I was writing the final closing paragraph and crap. It's enough to make me cry.
This ape is gonna crawl into bed.
Setting aside possible financial Collapse and drama at work, I've been having a shitty week.
Mix in thirty job applications I've submitted this month with the few responses being rejections have done much to help my mood.
It has been a gray, rainy, cold, ugly day here in Ohio and I woke up in a sad funk. It's persisted all day. I suffer from depression and another disease. But today it was just like this heavy, wet, cold blanket was draped over me. It slowed me down, made me not care, caused aches and pains. Not fun.
So nothing I did could shake off this funk till I caffeinated myself and watched some Romero Films. (At least I'm not living in a world as made by Romero, or worse Shamylan)
So at about eleven thirty I resumed work on a piece I've been working on. By twelve thirty I had really hit my stride, was enjoying the process and was really happy with what I'd written.
One A.M. My laptop crashes and I loose seven pages of work. Disappointment. I was writing the final closing paragraph and crap. It's enough to make me cry.
This ape is gonna crawl into bed.
I'm bad at starting conversations but you know this piggy is always on yahoo if you wanna talk, I'm here for you <3
Hopefully everything looks better in the morning...
...and job hunting always sucks... I took the first one that called back out of desperation... really regret that now.
If there's anything this bear can do to help, let me know!
No chance that your word processor has a secret backup function? I once was able to retrieve a document for my sister this way.