Battered

I hate when simple things turn out to be difficult, time consuming, and very frustrating. You go in with an attitude of "Oh, this should only take 10min, max," and then nearly an hour later you're trying not to cry from frustration and texting your ex boyfriend because he is the only person you know who would know what the hell you're doing wrong. And then remembering how much you hate texting with him because he drags on forever. *sigh*

Work is going well. They've been giving me plenty of hours, so my paycheck should be nice when I get it on Thursday. I'm not really fond of standing for so long and my left elbow kinda hurts every now and then, but oh well. Money is money, and it's nice to see my account being replenished after draining what I did when I was at school.