Not even half-past eight in the morning over here, and already my hillbilly neighbours are at it again! Sister loud-mouth is yelling about something and slamming doors. Well, really, she doesn't actually talk ya'know...yell is the only volume her voice has, apparently.
And in the "ewwwww!" department, last night when I went to take the bin bags out to the skip out in the rear car-park, I heard erm---"sexual" noises coming from their apartment...from dear old sis, actually. As I was coming back upstairs, one of their friends had apparently let himself in (against the new building rules), and was banging away on their door...brother opened their door, yelling he was "busy," and who was it, so he opens the door and is standing there...in his underpants, and when he saw me, he ducked away from the door with an embarassed look.
Okay, I REAAAALLLLY don't want to know, if the guy was embarrassed 'cos he was in his pants, or if he was caught with his sister...ewwwwwwww!!!! Doesn't bear thinking about...and it you could see dear ol' sis, you'd probably lose your breakfast, too.
Anyway, I don't want to go to work today, but must, I fear. Nearly 5 hours of telemarketing hell, I must face, damn it. I hate my job. I've had a lot worse jobs, so I do try to keep that in mind, but I can't tell you how much I hate sales! I wish I was posh-looking, or thin, or had a 4-year degree--or all of the above... then I could get a proper job, but, I am what I am, and there's no running away from that.
And, after I get done there, I have to bus myself out to the laundromat--that's gonna' hurt, carting all that laundry around--my bad foot is hurting so bad, I can barely stand on it. (Last year I got a type III foot sprain/fracture--literally the worst one can get, which basically demolished my foot), it really hurts horribly, and I've no idea why. I mean, it hurts 24/7, but usually it's low-grade pain, and completely tolerable. This ache kept me awake part of the night. Nothing I or anyone else can do about it, so I just have to take some Advil and deal with it.
I'm weary of life, some days, but what can you do? Just keep my head down and keep going, I guess. Maybe tomorrow will be different...perhaps not better--but, different.