Taxes & Las Vegas.

We got out first round of interviews in @ work. We had 1 guy cancel and 3 others showed up. Of the 3, I only liked one guy. One seemed disinterested, and the other is on work release until this Friday. But I'm still continuing to look elsewhere for employment, and elsewhere includes Las Vegas. I'm expecting a tax refund, which I very well may use to get out of here. I'm not just at the end of my rope, I'm hanging off the end of it by one hand while being thrashed against the cliffs of a mountain.

It just seems like everyday at work I start to wear down around noon, and I have no explanation as to why this is. It just feels as if I'm in quicksand and the more I try to free myself the harder the struggle becomes & the deeper I sink. Maybe it's just a case of "Cabin Fever" or the mid winter blahs, I don't know. It's just that the same thing everyday is eating away at me. Maybe I just need to get out & do more with myself.