Dear Blog,
Sorry to be so bummy (is that a word?), and for writing in sentence fragments. That last sentence should have started with an I. I've been told though its narcissistic to put too many I's in a letter so I opted for poor grammar over rudeness.

Its been a rough week for me. Last week I was ending a doc review gig (you know were this is going I'm sure) and wanted to start on another one that was starting up as the current one was winding down. This involved playing sick (they never want you to leave early, they'd rather you eat out of a trash can), and then hopping onto the other one, hoping the current one would end in a timely fashion. That didn't happen, the new one let me go for coding a document(s) wrong (they didn't specify what kind or how much) and that threw my whole week into a loop. The old job took me back, kind of, but not after the boss cursed me out.

My sister Danita keeps telling me that the 30s are great years, but so far they're not super great. My acting has improved by leaps and bounds (pain for me= good acting) but I feel like my worth/value as a person has decreased. I get comments tossed my way like "you'd better get married fast before you're too old" or "you'd better get your acting career up and running as no one will want you in a couple of years." Also in an act of superb stupidity my church sent me a letter last summer asking those of us in our 30s to please not attend the evening service anymore. In addition to the above I've been told I'm not really an adult as I do not have a spouse or children. BLAH. Its like I continually fail to live up to everyone's expectations, whatever they may be. Alas, I'm not fine wine. I have an expiration date which is swiftly approaching, if not already upon me.

But I could be down in the dumps also because I just got dumped. She wasn't horrible to me, but it still sucks.