I'm Tired of this Shit
Oy. I cannot wait for this month to be over with.
I'm sitting here, the last one left in the building, working away on some shit that should have been handled a whole helluva' lot earlier. But as fate would have it, wires got crossed, balls got dropped and here I am, putting in the OT. It'd be different if it were my fault, but I actually think I'm blameless this time.
And I guess it'd be different if I could think differently about what I'm doing. I'm not doing anything worthwhile or notable or I guess even honorable. It's just what I do for money. I like everyone I work with, yet this doesn't fulfill me. Perhaps I'd feel differently if I were making good money and enough to provide for the missus and the girl on my own. But I'm not. So, again I wonder where the hell all this is headed. I can see the fucking ceiling and I'm not happy about it.
I'm tired. I'm horny. I have more fucking blood work coming up on Tuesday and I already know what the doctor will tell me on Friday. And that nagging worry about what I was told about my palm and shit is bugging me again.
Donde' es el Oso Negro ginebra?
posted by The RHS @ 6:37 PM
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I'm sorry Red, I don't recall what the blood work might be for. And your palm?
Either way, I hope the ceiling is really plastic in disguise and that you'll be able to break through it with relative ease.
oh, it's just cholesterol heart bullshit. but it still is annoying. =/
I have a feeling I'm going to have to make my own luck on this though. It's a good company, I just think the opportunity is lacking for the long run, as it is with any company. *sigh
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