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Thank God it's Wednesday...
Sep. 3rd, 2003 12:30 pm...and thank God it's a short week.
I've gotten next week off. This is good. Otherwise I would be killing someone. No, really, I mean it. :-P I'm thinking that there will be lots of driving and sleeping in in the coming week. Yes. There shall be.
I am here at work, and I hate it. I am really burned out of this job. I've been here now for 4 years as of August 28th, according to my hire sheet. (just five days past another 4 year anniversary...CAMEL!). I really don't know what I'm doing still here. I'm amazed that none of the resumes that I've put out over the past year have gotten pings. Nothing. Nada. I hate this job market. It's depressing. This, as it would seem is the best that I can do right now. Gah. GAAAAH.
Hate. Spew. Death. ANUBIS SAYS DEATH!
Death.
Vacation. Oh, sweet, sweet, lovely vacation. Oh, how I love thee. How I adore thee. How there is not nearly enough of thee to satisfy any American. I swear, the next job I get, I'm going all European on them! I will DEMAND at least 1 month off paid vacation to be available after 6 months of working there. And vacation shall roll over. Yes, it shall. Honestly, I want 2! 2! months vacation. I want to be able to leave the country and go off and have adventures, and not think of work for like weeks and weeks.
No wonder we all here in this country have heart and emotional problems: We're uptight about sex, booze and vacation time. God bless America.
I've gotten next week off. This is good. Otherwise I would be killing someone. No, really, I mean it. :-P I'm thinking that there will be lots of driving and sleeping in in the coming week. Yes. There shall be.
I am here at work, and I hate it. I am really burned out of this job. I've been here now for 4 years as of August 28th, according to my hire sheet. (just five days past another 4 year anniversary...CAMEL!). I really don't know what I'm doing still here. I'm amazed that none of the resumes that I've put out over the past year have gotten pings. Nothing. Nada. I hate this job market. It's depressing. This, as it would seem is the best that I can do right now. Gah. GAAAAH.
Hate. Spew. Death. ANUBIS SAYS DEATH!
Death.
Vacation. Oh, sweet, sweet, lovely vacation. Oh, how I love thee. How I adore thee. How there is not nearly enough of thee to satisfy any American. I swear, the next job I get, I'm going all European on them! I will DEMAND at least 1 month off paid vacation to be available after 6 months of working there. And vacation shall roll over. Yes, it shall. Honestly, I want 2! 2! months vacation. I want to be able to leave the country and go off and have adventures, and not think of work for like weeks and weeks.
No wonder we all here in this country have heart and emotional problems: We're uptight about sex, booze and vacation time. God bless America.
