Right now, I am feeling in a tailspin, and being pretty much miffed about it, to the point of feeling aggravated to the n-th degree, and I really wanna howl because of it. I feel confined, having no job and no work - wait, work I can find, but job... /grumpy face/. The unemployment is getting to me, and with mum biting my head off sometimes, I am not a happy camper about it. I want to do something. I NEED to do something before I burst. Doesn't help there's also that damned SOPA 2014 on the strike, and we still need some 6.400 signatures to get to the threshold!
Today I looked up the possible study choices - I am toying with the thought of picking up my previous study, or continuing the recently finished one, but to my disgruntlement, I can't find in myself to get serious about them, either becasue they are too hard or too confusing. I am leaning on continuing the finished study, because it's shorter and I already have a background, 'sides it's near my home. I am a little bit wary of picking up the former study, firstly becasue it's away from home and secondly, I know myself only too well - not having liking for language and it's grammatical nuances. Bitch, please, I can learn, but I have some notable exceptions - Old Slavic Language is one of them, because this language is dead as dead can be, and I so don NOT want to have my brains zombfied for a year before the exam and so on and so forth. Gimme French any day, thank you. And while we are at French, oh glory of all glories, mum finally did her homework without me! /relieved sigh/.
But back to me and my snit. I am feelin' snitty. Now it's a little bit easier, but in the morning I snapped at my mum when she brought me possible contact for a job - in my defense, I was eating at the time, and she came in just in the middle of my chow time. What pissed me off was that she continued even if she saw me eating. (true, I was reading alongside, but that isn't the crime, as far as I know, and I sorely despise when someone interrupts my read-chow time.) Back before the snit, I was pissed off becasue a) I found a small mountain of a freshly laundered clothes to hang, which is .... somehow my duty, and b) the two berks who shall remain nameless for the sake of democracy, left their dirty dishes in the sink ... for me to wash. Not a happy morning for me, if I have to do mundane tasks even before my breakfast. Okay, laundry I understand, because we just repaired the washing machine, so the increase is understandable, but I am a mite bit pissed off that the two don't wash the dishes they use after themselves. Noo, nope, not in a million years, since I and mum got that unwritten and unspoken agreement that I am an unofficial dishwasher in the house. Hello? Gawd, it's tedious, and I can't help but admire her for the sheer tenacity of doing this 50+ years, and being grumpy that we still don't have dishwashing machine to do the deed. if there's a machine which we use for washing the clothes, it boggles my mind that we don't use a machine that would wash the dishes and spare us the pissing around the subject of dishwashing once and for all. We would spare time, heating up the water - well, electricity and water would be a collateral here, but still, the good would probably outweigh the bad. Probably. /skeptic glance/.
Good news - this month I am absolved from paying the health bills :), so that's a plus. Still, the sooner I find a stable job, the better. That means getting off of my behind, wagging my proverbial tail at prospective employers and hoping that I would be interesting enough for them to employ me. Really, all this cheer is practically killing me /miserable groan/. And am not feeling charitable right now. Right, shutting up now.
Have to do something productive.
