i moved out. went to jen and she said she might have a room so now i'm living with friends. i love that. i love that i have my own room. i love that we have a balcony we can smoke on. that i can stock the fridge with beer if i want. but i have fucking $10 to last me until i start making money on thursday....at my new job.
my new job. it's stressing me out so much! every fucking day that i go into it, i come home with new shit to memorize. new instructions that are just pushing me as a person right now. i have no room to be introvert at this job. no room for sulking. i have to be happy, know my shit (cram my head with all of it), be completely confident and professional. i feel furthest from confident right now. smiling is a bitch. how lame am i right now?
the one thing i swear would give me companionship right now is my dog. and this is the hardest thing for me to talk about without crying. we had to give her away yesterday. it makes me so incredibly sad. i hate to think about it, but honestly, being with penny right now would make me feel so much better. i feel so horrible for having to let her go.