It Always Comes to This, Doesn't It?

For the first time since I started the new job, I am sullen at the prospect of returning to it tomorrow. The 60-90 minute commute sucks outrageously and has effectively tainted any enjoyment I may feel at the occupation or the environment. Great job? Good team? It takes me an hour to get there, and throughout the day I keep in the back of my mind the knowledge that at the end of the day, it's going to be another hour to get home.

And when I get really stressed out about things like this, time sort of blurs and I invariably fail to pay a credit card bill or a student loan or something. Bloop, that's $30 that's disappeared from my account because I was nose to the grindstone and not paying attention to the date.

And what's worse, my Ohio funds are for the most part depleted, so I now must set up an EFT to my old account from my new one, which takes more business days that I'm happy with, just to push some cash around from one bank to the next.

So to drown my woes, I bought a Sonicare. Perhaps I can mod it into a milk frother.