weirdlet

I'm not depressed. Oh, I'm miserable, but I'm not clinically depressed (I don't think- I was feeling a great deal better for having a job, but some of those commercials describe rather a lot of my youth and young adulthood). Still- the nasal, sonorous tones of "I'm so depressed..." feel so appropriate as a punctuation to my life right now...

I come in on time today for what I'm sure my scheduled hours were, only to find that my shift *ended* an hour ago- and it's slow today so don't bother to come in. Oh, and since he was sure I wasn't coming back, no hours at all for me this week. Come back next Sunday.

I'm gonna keep my eye out for another job, just in case. I've got to pay student loans tomorrow that will dig deeper into my already depleted savings, and even without fuckups like this, they aren't giving me hours. How am I supposed to learn my job without being there and doing stuff? Mom says *do* go in Tuesday for presumed payday- I've put in hours, they have to pay me for'em, right?

My dad's got a urinary tract infection again, although this time, he seems to be being proactive rather than just letting it go until it lands him forcibly in the hospital like last time (see: my birthday, unresponsive in the cardiac ward, if ever there was a time to start drinking, etc).

On t'other hand, I'm going to start working on fliers to make for gaming stores, comic shops, etc, advertising character portraits! such and such an hour/pic. It's worth a shot. Maybe it'll bring in a little money and get me some practice drawing to descriptions.

Worst that can happen is I get no business, eh? Won't be much of a difference from anytime else...