I'm alive. Kind of. I'm starting to think my job title should have really been Everyone's Bitch. Basically, I'm getting the jobs no one else want to do, or doesn't have time to do. Whatever, maybe it won't be so bad once I know what I'm doing and can get into some kind of routine. Right now, I just feel like a chicken with it's head cut off.

After a few days of viewing apartments, my car issues, and the stress of learning a new job...I've decided to wait a month or so until I start back with the apartment hunting. I decided this after going about 2-3 days where every little thing made me cry or have a panic attack. God, I'm a tard.