Fun with irony.

Today, I got up and walked from my room to the cafeteria to the student center and back, just to get my hands on a Hershey’s Cookies and Cream bar.

Before I became hypoglycemic, I was addicted to sugar. Apparently, I still am. I also suffer from depression, so my motivation levels can be pretty low. But, when sugar calls, I have no trouble answering.

I was struck by the irony of it all on my way back to my room. If only I could harness that addiction energy and use it in other areas. Like posting to my blog more often.

In other news, Kingston is still pretty much under siege. They’ve been getting some heavy rain, which seems to have impeded progress on both sides, but yeah, they’re still going at it. I’ve been following the events both through the Gleaner’s website and by phone contact with my family. At least it isn’t front-page news anymore. Jamaica really does not need the shoddy publicity.

Other than that, my main concern has been money. My goal is to raise $3,000 by mid-August, to pay off a debt that technically, I do not owe. More on that later. I might be able to raise the funds through the two jobs I have now, but barely. Also, my day job makes me want to put a bullet in my foot. After robbing me of my usual duties and giving me the jobs of my underlings, my bosses are asking me to reapply for the position.

I take this, quite literally, as an insult added to injury. I have worked for them- and done an excellent job at everything they ask of me- for two years. The least they could do is show a little respect for that. If they just want me gone for some reason, they should be more straightforward. Firing usually works well.