Back to the grind
Jun. 29th, 2009 06:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
I wish that I was still at my parents'. It's just so much more lively there and there are silly laughs and tons of plants and my piano and good food. I remember crying a lot during break at work on Friday because I was writing email to Timo about what I was going to be doing on the weekend and I just couldn't help it. I can't control these things.
My parents are helping my relatives to throw a massive yard sale in Vancouver to sell off the junk (and stuff) from my late uncle's estate, so my sister and I quickly went through our childhood stuff and the junk in our house to take there to sell also.
I know that I want to be out of my job by August; it's not because of the people or anything, it's because it still hurts my wrists and hands - more than my sitting here at my own computer all day does, strangely enough - and this makes my movements significantly more laboured and heavy. They hurt quite a bit on the computer at my parents', too, but I think it's because the table's just not quite set up at a good height.
My parents are helping my relatives to throw a massive yard sale in Vancouver to sell off the junk (and stuff) from my late uncle's estate, so my sister and I quickly went through our childhood stuff and the junk in our house to take there to sell also.
I know that I want to be out of my job by August; it's not because of the people or anything, it's because it still hurts my wrists and hands - more than my sitting here at my own computer all day does, strangely enough - and this makes my movements significantly more laboured and heavy. They hurt quite a bit on the computer at my parents', too, but I think it's because the table's just not quite set up at a good height.
