Well, it's been a million years since I did a life-type post. Honestly, everything's pretty much gone to shit this month, and I need to get it out of my system. This post is mostly a lot of bitching and moaning about petty problems, so you might want to just skip this one, I wouldn't blame you if you do.

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So for starters, guess who's still stuck in her shitty dead-end job? That's right, despite many attempts to get a job that schedules me more than eight hours a week and isn't actively sucking my soul out, I am still a cashier at Staples. You would not believe how boring this job is. I spend like 90% of my time just standing there trying to look busy, and the other 10% trying to get customers to sign up for shit they don't want to meet our store's agendas. Not to mention my co-workers are annoying as hell, all the card readers are broken, and my managers don't give me basic accommodations so I can do my job. I'm not talking about, like, breaks and stuff. I'm talking about things like cash for my drawers so I can give people change. Twice now I've run out of dollar bills and I had to wait a good forty minutes before one of the high and mighty managers deigned to give me more cash for the drawer. I'n the meantime, I had a bazillion customers who needed change, and I had to give it to them in quarters, which is just ridiculous. Oh, and guess what? I'm not scheduled AT ALL next week. Like, that's cool guys. I don't need to earn money to pay for college or anything.
Whatever. I could use a week off anyway. This week just about killed me. I've probably mentioned this before, but I have a big family. One or two of them are decent human beings individually, but as a group, they're total monsters. This week was February break, so all of them were home all day, every day. It's been hell. On top of that, we had three of my cousins, ages 6, 4, and 2, staying over. Doesn't sound like a lot more people, but it felt like a lot. I can't walk three feet without tripping over a little kid. Oh, and needless to say they all wake up at the crack of dawn and scream their heads off. The 4yo and 2yo have been sleeping in my room, so the one place in the house where I can be alone is now a bedroom for snot-nosed little kids who, needless to say, snore loudly, talk in their sleep, and occasionally wake up in the middle of the night to cry. I've been sleeping on the couch just to get away from them. Then they wake me up in the morning when they come downstairs at 7:30 in the damn morning. Why do kids always get up at 7:30?
And on top of that, I forgot to clean my room before the kids came over, so they have their crib and their bed set up in a completely filthy room, and I can't really clean around them since my room is so small and pretty much all the space is taken up by those beds. So I'm just surrounded in my own filth, which is beyond depressing. And I can't find, like, any of my possessions. They're all somewhere in my room, I'm sure, but I can't find them because it's so dirty and cramped in there. So half my belongings are just gone.
Half the markers from my Prismacolors set? Gone.
The James Thurber book I was reading? Gone.
My Cowboy Bebop beanie? Gone.
My awesome Army of Darkness tee shirt? Gone.
My brand-new coffee mug with Trogdor the Burninator on it? Gone. Hell, I can't even find my damn deodorant. I've been borrowing my mom's.
Oh, it gets better. With so many kids in the house all day, we keep running out of basic staples like milk and eggs. The last thing I want when I'm already sleep-deprived and stressed out is coffee with non-dairy creamer we've had since, like, 2008. Plus, the dishwasher and the washing machine both broke at the same time, so literally everything in the house is filthy all the time. And as if things couldn't get charming enough around here, the cousins have a cold that I've probably picked up by now, and my noise-cancelling earphones, usually a godsend in my house, have broken. So no drowning out the little cretins with music. No music period, actually. One earphone is burned out and the other one works fine, but most of my music is stereo so I can't listen to it with one earphone.

Anyway, I guess that's it. I guess they're small problems, but I was feeling stressed out and depressed for a while before this, and now I have all these little things piling up on me. Plus, there's just the world in general. I mean, look at this place. This place is going to hell in a handbag. There'd be something wrong with me if I wasn't depressed.
If you read this far, thank you so much.