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[ravencallscrows]

I'm exhausted. Between my less than optimal work situation- hey, the way the job market is, i at least have a job- and driving three hours or more to and from work daily, there's fifty-five hours of each week already spoken for. I haven't been sleeping well lately, either- a combination of not being able to get comfortable and not being able to find a stasis temperature. Still, chalk that up for six hours of attempting to sleep weeknights and eight or more on the weekends. That's another forty-six hours right there. Suddenly, out of the hundred and sixty eight hours of each week, at least a hundred and one are already committed, and with the traffic flow of the last few weeks, it has been closer to four or five a day, so that hundred and one is probably closer to a hundred and six.

I could probably account for most of my time each week, but that'd be a pointless exercise- much like testing Arabic software that won't be released for over two years still- and would just serve to depress me.

As caught in the malaise of physical, emotional and spiritual exhaustion as i am, I just need to push on- much like a long-distance runner who has just “hit the wall,” under the theory that once something breaks and one section of the being is happy, the rest will follow suit.

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[wingedelf.livejournal.com]

If it were only that easy!
A relatively good paying job here in Skagit Valley is maybe $12/hr. That'd amount to a pay cut of about 50%, and just isn't viable- not with a family and child support payments over $700 a month.
Actually, I'm hoping to catch on in another internal position- which will hopefully bring with it the concept of doing something productive, and hope to be in a position where moving significantly closer becomes an option in the not-too-distant future.