- Due to some sort of odd and nonsensical wiring in the library and the losing of a “key” to flip on all the lights, the library was half dark all morning. Since I was the first employee to the library I got to handle searching on my hands and knees for said key before I even guzzled my first cup of coffee.
- Speaking of coffee, after the fiasco of the light, I went to go drink my coffee and realized mid-way through a gulp that a fly was doing the backstroke in my java.
- Then I decided to plunge myself into LibGuides — fun path-builder stuff. So I’m browsing in the GACE study guide and — WTF — Sylvia Plath is absent on the “important American poet lists. Want to know why? They listed her as a British poet.
I know these are very minuscule things and I’m moody beyond what is reasonable. But I feel so bleh. Dissatisfied with my life, adjusting to early mornings, anxiety about Hope nearing puberty, financial worries, and not getting anytime alone with Sam (except in the evening when I all I want is my pillow) …. it all adds up to a general yuckiness. Mild annoyances are just more obnoxious than usual.
To worsen things Sam is switching jobs. Don’t get me wrong — he is doing the right thing and this is an opportunity to have benefits and full time hours. It just stresses me. Now schedules will change drastically. I’m going to have to be flexible and comfortable with change — these are near foreign concepts to me. I loathe spontaneity — unless it is spontaneous book shopping — and change gives me ulcers. Then of course there is the “if-this-job-doesn’t-work-we-are-so-fucked” problem.
Hopefully a hefty dose of post-work Pym will lighten my day.