Troubles, Round 2

It has been a week since I had a cigarette.

Well, almost. I had one Tuesday around 2pm, but considering I was a "pack-a-day" kinda guy, I see that as a pretty big leap forward. Even more so because I did not have any medical issue or financial strain to prevent me from smoking, and was around other smokers at least half the time. So I count it in the WIN column (tentatively, at least).

Of course, as I mentioned before, shit hits the fan when quitting smoking. In the last week, I have fought with the girlfriend at least twice, which as anyone in a relationship knows is never a fun way to end an evening. Also have had to have her other boyfriend, here-to-for named 'Oboy' (because that's how I feel about him - "oh boy, here he is again" - he's not a bad guy, I would just have nothing to do with him if not for my lady dating him) drive me around to get parts to fix my car (that wouldn't start this week). And then, work. Oh huzzah, what work has done this week....

I have been scolded twice for problems I could not have known about (remember, still new in this department), and even been told by my new boss the following two phrases in rapid succession (as in, the same breath):

"Nobody is perfect, and mistakes happen - that's ok."

"We can't have any mistakes back here."

Let that shit sink in. 'Everyone makes mistakes, but I will not tolerate mistakes'

..... I know, I had a fucking aneurism, too.

There were some other issues, like redoing work I spent hours on for arbitrary changes, as well as getting my weekend snatched out from under me at the last minute today. Couple all this with the usual aggravations from the new department, and the knowledge that my old department is hemorrhaging trying to fill the void left by my transfer, and I could smack a bitchy manager for screwing everything up like this (just so he could get his precious little promotion instead of someone else).

Anyway, I hope to not rant about the ills of quitting smoking again, as I am actually feeling pretty good about not starting that back up. Just have to find a new oral fixation.

Yes, yes. Ha-ha. Cock-sucking joke. Blah-blah-blah.

All done? Good.

Also, I have found an odd support for shitty work days, and I both understand why it works while being bewildered as to why I love it so much - animal videos on YouTube. Cats, dogs, birds, foxes, big cats, all sorts of things. For some reason, animals thinking they are people cracks me up enough to suffer through a bit more work each day.

Still looking for a different job, though. Just easier pill to swallow.

Well, I have a couple hours left before I need to crash for work in the morning, so I will cut it off here. I had more, and planned on writing multiple times this week, but it never happened. Sometimes it was time constraints, others it was not wanting girlfriend to be nosy about my journal here.

Gonna have to be better about writing in the future. Can't remember it all for a weekly dump.