Work has just been draining all of the life right out of me. With the Christmas rush beginning, I’ve been running myself ragged every single night. Unfortunately, it seems that even working to the point of collapse isn’t enough, because there’s still so much to do when 7 AM comes rolling around and I have to go home. Last week I ended up staying late three nights in a row to help with clean up, but I had to stop because it was throwing my sleep patterns off and I was sluggish when work started the next night. Even now, I’m still really tired when I wake up. Of course, I know things would go easier if some of my co-workers would pick up their end of things, but… that would be too simple, wouldn’t it? It’s rather disheartening when I’m working my ass off to get my freight done, to look up and see three or four of them just standing around chatting with each other. I get so frustrated that I actually want to throw a temper tantrum, complete with stomping my feet and screeching. My boss isn’t doing anything about it, which is even more irritating. It’s getting to the point where I’m going to morph into the One True Highlander and slay them all. FML.

I went to the doctor last Tuesday, and the test results that have come back have all been clean. I have to go and get a couple of tests redone, because there was some blood mix up at the lab and the samples they took were too old for accurate results. Which… made me very angry, because now I have to go and get more blood taken. I’ve decided I’m not going to do that until Monday morning, though. My dad is going in to get his blood work done, so I can just get a ride with him instead of walking across town to go to the hospital. Cursed hospital. I am so sick and tired of that place. Hopefully after this, I won’t have to go back for a very long time.

I’m so behind on my preparations for this Yuletide. This entire month just kind of snuck up on me. It seems that most of my presents will be given after the fact, because I can’t seem to financially recover from seven months of unemployment. I know that I eventually will, but not until January at least. It’s a good thing that I don’t have too many people to buy for – my family (I figure that this year I’ll get my dad/brother/sister something big and then something separate for my mum), David, Sean, Tamara and Kaylie. Which… is a considerably smaller list than last year.

And now, off to sleep.