Hopita (hopita) wrote,
Hopita
hopita

Ranty Rant Rant

This is not directed at any one specific person but rather at everybody I've ever freakin met:

Please don't ask me to have a party. I'm trying to cram a two bedroom apartment into a freakin Mazda -- do you seriously think I have time to organize a party?

For the folks who suggested a good long while ago that we have a party: If you organize it, I will show up. Provided I'm not already gone by the time you get around to having it, that is.

For everyone who wants to offer me a "break" by taking me out to lunch: I seriously don't have the time. Seriously. Do. Not. I refer you to my previous post if you think I'm exaggerating how much I have left to do. If you want to see me, how about bringing a pizza and some bubble wrap over to my place? My last day of work is Thursday. After that (aside from spending this coming Sat-Sun-Mon in Los Angeles), it's nothing but packing. Come over. HELP.

To everybody else who I owe emails or phone calls or whatever: I'm sorry. I really am. And I swear I haven't forgotten. Once this is all over and I have some down time, I promise to look at my teeming inbox and write back to y'all. But now is not that time.

I know I suck as a friend/coworker/person. But I'm completely overwhelmed right now and "offers" that involve me either 1.) spending time and energy planning, or 2.) wasting time that needs to be spent packing are not helpful suggestions. It's exhaustion/PMS/a nervous breakdown, but having people want my time when I don't even have any time for myself is making me want to break things.

/rant
Tags: exhaustion, moving, parties, rants, stress
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