I was hoping for a few days to myself in the paid week off I had between Christmas and January 2nd. Unfortunately, my parents caught on that I had that week off and they decided to smother me with unwanted attention during my week off, as if spending a day to myself would have been the worst thing in the world for me to do. Showing up at my house unannounced, demanding I go to family gatherings where everybody talked to me as if I suffered from intellectual disabilities, I was extremely stressed during this entire week off. And now I am back at the office, back at the daily grind, without feeling rested at all. And I have to work every day for the next five months due to my boss being on an epic world wide cruise. I can't take any time off until late May.
This is a rant post. I hate my life sometimes.
This is a rant post. I hate my life sometimes.