Je ressens de la nostalgie, et j’ai mal au coeur. J’sais pas.
C’est poche être une femme, des fois.
Et honnêtement, l’affection, ça me manque énormément. Quelle pénitence, le célibat.
Ces temps-ci, je veux…
Et je n’ai rien de tout ça. Mais j’essaie, toujours et sans cesse.
I’m in a miserable mood this week. The past 3 weeks have been wonderful, but this week I’m absolutely drained and miserable. And for once, none of it is because of a man. Not the happiness nor the misery. It’s a welcome change, to be honest.
Mostly, my concerns these days involve my career and money. It’s time for a change. Everything about this place bothers me: the people, the location, the fact that I have to drive 3 hours a day in total to work here, the horrible stench that circulates outside because of the nearby Kraft factory, the lack of windows and daylight, the awkwardness of my supervisor, the rudeness of the people in power, sitting down all day in front of a computer, the lack of creativity, the lack of sustainability, and so on & so forth. It never ends. Things just pile on. A main concern is my salary. With all the driving I’m doing, and the therapy, and the cell phone bill, and the social outings I desperately need in order to keep my sanity, my salary just doesn’t cut it anymore.
I’d rather work downtown, spend less money on gas, less time in traffic, and be closer to home.
