Life lately has been stressful. I don't know how else to put it. For the past month or two my job has been giving me about 10 hours per week, and Michael isn't getting many more so money has been really tight (even when we get a full 40 hours it's tight because we are so underpaid). Our apartment is tiny, we can't afford to buy food, we can't afford hobbies and we aren't near my family so I miss them. My job is super stressful when they are letting me work, so that's no help.
I think there's something wrong in my brain, like I'm just not a good worker. I'm such a perfectionist that no matter what I find something to stress about at work, and I work in customer service so there's always a dissatisfied person at some point. Maybe I'm too sensitive? I think I just have a hilariously silly mindset.
So Michael is trying to find a better job that would be full-time and allow us to maybe move someplace where the cost of living isn't so high, and then I wouldn't have to work (or at least I could work less).
But boy does job searching stink. It's demoralizing and difficult. Have any of you had similar experiences?
