Here we go again

[martinemonster]

So, here I am, in an outfit I wouldn't be caught dead in, no make-up and my second cup of coffee clasped in my hand. That's right, the semester has started and I'm already working my ass off. Am I enjoying it, you ask. Well, on the one hand I already have the feelings of being overworked down pat: I feel like I'm being unsocial all the time, there's butterflies in my tummy even though nothing is going on, and I can almost feel my face wrinkling from squinting at the computer screen and reading the dull, dull stuff I'm reading right now. But on the other hand, though I'm doing something totally unrelated to my master's (working on the side), though the sheer amount of things I'm supposed to be doing every single day of the week is nearly driving me insane, I have to admit that it's a good way to keep from thinking too much. So the answer is yes, of course I'm enjoying it. I'm back to the way I've always been: overworked, underpaid and stressed out of my mind. It feels familiar.

(My 5 minutes of break is up, I'm getting back to work)

Comments

[lurvelille.livejournal.com]

hihi, jepp; veldig velkjent senario det der:D

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

Ikke sant...ganske behagelige pysjbukser da...

[sortkatt.livejournal.com]

Cool!
The closest thing I had was when I studied Japanese (the first semester, before I started slacking off at that too) and worked 50% at the office at the same time. Sounds like what you do is even tougher, and I remember that semester as being more than hard enough.

You sound like you'll actually manage to thrive on being overworked though. I both pity and envy you people. Mostly envy, though. Except on Fridays, which I don't work, and get to sleep until, well, whenever i don't want to sleep anymore.

The rest of the weekdays, it's just envy. Perhaps a bit in the weekends too.

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

Hey, but then again I'm working on my very own ulcer. I envy you guys too...the grass is always greener and all that.

[(Anonymous)]

"overworked, underpaid and stressed out of my mind"

I'm wearing pink rubber boots (kva f*** er støvlar på engelsk?!), an old black skirt, a purple knitted jacket, my hair is dirty, and I didn't really have time for make up today. I've already been to school for hours and am now at work where I have a long, long list of things that need to be done today, or, preferbly, yesterday.

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

But you sound so cute! My jammies aren't that cute. Promise.

[(Anonymous)]

Of course I'm cute. I'm alway cute. Cute is what I do.
:p

(And I'm gonna need that cuteness later today. Me and Annikka is going to make the desktops turn upside down on the schol computers and then sit and watch people getting totally confused.)

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

That is awesome!

[aj-stalin.livejournal.com]

Don't you know that the probability to die unexpected gets much higher when you wear clothes you wouldn't be caught dead in? It's a sort of jinxs. I am dissapointed in you.

[aj-stalin.livejournal.com]

yes, jinxs, you have a problem with that?

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

Hey, I didn't say nuthin'

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

Hey, the rule only applies when I'm out of the house. If I die and you find me, I hope you undress me and put on something nice for the cops to see me in. So there. Plus, the probability of some stranger taking my picture in said ugly ass outfit is much smaller when dying inside your apartment building.