damn. I like Death Cab for Cutie.
I should never have gone onto amazon's download page.
05 July 2008
03 July 2008
Word of the Day : Shittastic
you know those days that start out so wonderful? you wake up actually refreshed, and head to work early, not because you have to, but because everything goes smoothly. the drive is easy and it all seems to be going so well. and then it all turns to shite.
today was my day.
a simple work project fell to pieces before I even logged onto my computer. bosses were annoyed. managers on holiday were called in. and were brief to the point of pain. co-workers bounced between helpful and mocking. and in the end, which granted hasn't even arrived yet, stress was high.
I have always thought that I was smart. but it seems almost daily in my current job that I am rivaling Dubya for idiocy. it's killing my ego. and maybe I would be better at this job if I didn't have any outside interests, like, oh I don't know, my man and kid and desperate attempts at having a life.
I feel wrung out and sad and disappointed in myself. it's no way to go through life.
it makes me wonder if I shouldn't quit my job, if only to give them the opportunity to hire someone worth having.
and the poor Nibblet. she has a rash and cries with pain and confusion that the people who love her cause that pain. this is one of the hardest parts of parenthood, hurting the most beloved thing you've ever created because you have to. it's worse than the shots.
I had high hopes for today, and I have an afternoon packed with visitors and responsibilities, and all I want to do is crawl into a bottle of something semi-legal and mind-numbing.
today was my day.
a simple work project fell to pieces before I even logged onto my computer. bosses were annoyed. managers on holiday were called in. and were brief to the point of pain. co-workers bounced between helpful and mocking. and in the end, which granted hasn't even arrived yet, stress was high.
I have always thought that I was smart. but it seems almost daily in my current job that I am rivaling Dubya for idiocy. it's killing my ego. and maybe I would be better at this job if I didn't have any outside interests, like, oh I don't know, my man and kid and desperate attempts at having a life.
I feel wrung out and sad and disappointed in myself. it's no way to go through life.
it makes me wonder if I shouldn't quit my job, if only to give them the opportunity to hire someone worth having.
and the poor Nibblet. she has a rash and cries with pain and confusion that the people who love her cause that pain. this is one of the hardest parts of parenthood, hurting the most beloved thing you've ever created because you have to. it's worse than the shots.
I had high hopes for today, and I have an afternoon packed with visitors and responsibilities, and all I want to do is crawl into a bottle of something semi-legal and mind-numbing.
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