Gnarr.

Dear SAAQ,

You can suck it.

I provided official documentation from my doctor two years ago certifying that my medical condition is resolved. You're telling me that the signed document from a medical professional isn't sufficient evidence that I'm not a threat on the road? Really? Seriously?

Fuck you.

No love at all,

Me.

*whistles*

Holy hell am I in a mood today. Probably not the best time to start posting on LJ again, but oh well.

My day started off poorly with a phone call to the SAAQ, and we all know how well Phnee reacts to being told how to live her life by bureaucrats. *stabbitykill*

Anyway, I am in a mood. Probably hormone-related, but that knowledge somehow does not make me feel better in the slightest.

I'm in a weird place, head-space-wise. I am mostly okay. The job is fine, finances are okay, cats are in good health, parents are doing well. Actually, the job is being unpleasant in one respect, but I keep putting off talking about that too. It needs to go under f-lock, because it's work, and I don't feel like dwelling on it, especially since everyone is making a mountain out of a molehill.

I'm just feeling a bit stuck. The career plan isn't going as quickly as I thought it would, which is partly my fault, and partly my being unrealistic about how much needed to go into the process. Not my fault, I just didn't have all the facts to hand. I'm currently revising my expectations. Stay tuned.

The new work schedule is good in terms of how much sleep I'm able to get now, but sucks on every other level. I don't get to see people anymore, and I miss my friends. There are people I only talk to online with whom I haven't spoken in forever, as well. This is mostly my fault, although in one case the last time we spoke it was a little unpleasant and I'm kind of worried that I've been written off and I'm too chicken to email and ask if that's the case. (Phnee is an emo princess, we get it, let's move on)

And to top it all off (and this I ascribe mostly to hormones and lack of sleep in the past few days), my cousin got married this weekend (she's a few years younger than me) and there are batches of new babies all over, and while I am thrilled for everyone, all it's doing today is reminding me that I am all alone and will probably never have children and will definitely never get married in my church according to the mysteries of my religion. The kicker? All of that is no one's doing but my own. In short, fuck me.

Right. I am off to find a ladder in order to get over myself. Carry on, nothing to see here.