{"id":2679,"date":"2008-09-17T17:07:27","date_gmt":"2008-09-17T17:07:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2679"},"modified":"2008-09-17T17:07:27","modified_gmt":"2008-09-17T17:07:27","slug":"pity_party_for","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/pity_party_for\/","title":{"rendered":"pity party for one!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i&#8217;m smack dab in the middle of a major &#8220;woe is me&#8221; funk.<br \/>\ni feel the need to bitch and whine about all the things making me sad, crazy, angry and frustrated, but i know that if i even began to start to tell anyone i&#8217;d get blank stares or rolling eyes in return.  so, what do i do?  i put them on the internet where i don&#8217;t have to see any &#8220;you&#8217;ve got to be kidding me&#8221; expressions.<br \/>\n&#8211; my car is acting like a little bitch and i am so very tired of being stressed out every time i get into it.  no one knows what&#8217;s wrong and, even if they did, i don&#8217;t have any spare money to try to fix it.   in the year i&#8217;ve had it i&#8217;ve spent as much on repairs, if not more, than i paid for it.  yet, i have no other options.  i can&#8217;t afford another car and i have no desire to spend the winter commuting via public transit.<br \/>\n&#8211; my co-workers are pissing me off to an amazing degree.  just because YOU can&#8217;t remember a simple little thing *I* have to change the way i work?  i don&#8217;t think so.  obviously they have no fucking idea how many &#8220;little things&#8221; i need to remember on a daily basis in order to do my job correctly; how many dozens of exceptions to every single thing i do i need to keep in mind as i go about my day.  seriously?<br \/>\n&#8211; i want that fucking comfy chair out of my fucking apartment RIGHT NOW, goddammit!<br \/>\n&#8211; while money isn&#8217;t nearly as much a stressor as it was just a couple months ago, things are still pretty tight and i&#8217;m tired of that.  every possible expense, other than living expenses, is weighed cautiously to calculate it&#8217;s merit before i spend.  it&#8217;s utterly exhausting.<br \/>\n&#8211; i really miss the jogging.  i know it was only 60-90 seconds at at time, but after a while i was able to see marked improvement in how i performed and how i felt.  i don&#8217;t get as good a workout on the stationary bike, but it&#8217;s the only thing i can do with my stupid wonky knee acting up again and again.   it frustrates me because i just want to run!<br \/>\n&#8211; waiting for the MRI to start the trip down the knee surgery road is also bugging me.  i can&#8217;t really afford to go through the process until next year, but i would at least like to feel there&#8217;s some progress.  plus, even though it means there was someone messing about inside my body, i&#8217;m really looking forward to the 6-8 weeks off work for recovery.<br \/>\n&#8211; i want a shiny new cell phone like the one christopher just got.  *pout*<br \/>\n&#8211; my new jeans keep slipping down my ass and i&#8217;m sick of yanking them up, but it&#8217;s cheaper than having them altered and i hate wearing belts.<br \/>\n&#8211; i hate silverfish.  and fruit flies.<br \/>\n&#8211; it&#8217;d be really nice if i could have a good night&#8217;s sleep, too.<br \/>\n&#8211; trying to re-arrange my travel plans to victoria this weekend, eliminating the car (so i can leave it at the mechanic&#8217;s to do the fixing i can&#8217;t afford), is proving annoying.  i have the going 95% sorted, but the returning is either going to cost a lot of money or take a lot of time &#8212; neither of which i really want to have to deal with.  grr.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i&#8217;m smack dab in the middle of a major &#8220;woe is me&#8221; funk. i feel the need to bitch and whine about all the things making me sad, crazy, angry and frustrated, but i know that if i even began to start to tell anyone i&#8217;d get blank stares or rolling eyes in return. so, <span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/pity_party_for\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span>Read More &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2679"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2679\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}