A month away, and no word?

Nearly a month later after my last post... NOTHING has changed. Well, except that I've put on some weight, but hey, that's what overeating due to boredom causes.

I wish I could say that things have improved at my job, but they haven't. I'm still babysitting. One of the bad apples has recently spread the word that they're going to be working for our firm on a contractural basis for the next four months at around two days a week. After that, no more! It could mean less stress for me, but that's not the case. We're going to be relocating to a new office this summer, and the planning and organizing falls solely on my shoulders. whoop-de-fucking-whoop.

So far, the part I have been hating the most about work is answering the damn phone. About 70% of the callers are rude and never give their name when they ask for someone in the office. Those who do give their name drag it out to be a life story - by the time they're saying what company they're calling from, I'm ready to hang up. I have to move on to better things to complain about I guess.

My mom and I email each other everyday. Today, we've talked about what would happen to her if my dad were to die and visa versa. She's put it in black and white what she wants to have done when she passes away and even discussed her life insurance. As awkward and painful as it was to discuss it, I was glad she talked to me about it because now I know exactly how much she trusts me. We've also been going over how bitter we are with my brother and sister-in-law. I'm seemingly having a tougher time getting past their ways of living as heartless idiots, not to say my mom isn't, but she has a more practical approach to things than I do.

I've made a lot of decisions in the past two hours concerning my family. One is that I will never reconcile with my brother because of my sister-in-law. They care more about money; at the same time they go around acting like they're "holier than thou" and they're such good Christians, yet that talk so much crap! I shouldn't be surprised really. They seem to care only about themselves and money. After hearing and knowing all of what my mom had done for him, I'm almost completely ashamed to call him my brother.

Family feuds suck.

Work sucks.

Shit happens.

Period - that "time of the month"

It's called that because it happens once a month, in a perfect world... but it's also because it's that time of the month when you want to stay the hell away from mean bitches like me. This cycle is probably one of the worst I've had in a while. I used to have them pretty bad during high school where I couldn't go to school because I'd be bed ridden. As I get older it seems to only get worse with each passing month. This time around, my emotions are so friggin' fragile that even a sarcastic joke will get me to break down. I don't even want to have rugrats squeezed out of me so I feel like having my period is pointless. Men should have it too. All they get to deal with is "morning wood," "blue balls," sometimes pain when they pee. Hell at least they get to aim... Why God, why?!?!?!?