Jaded

I'm sooooo tired.

I'm tired of classes, of fretting over exams and my GPA.

I'm tired of work. Of dealing with rambunctious little kids. Of dealing with those who work with me who think I'm still a little kid.

I'm tired of a certain female who likes to engage in psychological games of the mind and of the heart.

I'm tired being judge even before I have a chance to explain and clarify.

I'm tired of being judged and treated in a condescending way.

I'm tired of people asking me if I work at the Library when they staring right into my face while I'm Behind the Circulation Desk.

I'm tired of being tired: I just can't sleep like a normal person.

I'm tired of stupid roaming charges on my cell phone bill: I roam for two minutes and Bam! I get with a 15-dollar charge.

I'm tired of sounding like a moaner because men don't complain, but women do all the time. (Ok, I'm not really serious here. I had to add some comic relief here to an otherwise rant-filled and downbeat blog entry. :))

Captain O.