Well...

I think I hate life.

anyway.

Still home, 'cause I was sitting at the desk waiting for Anetra to show up until almost 10pm.

Fun.

Of course, I didn't get there till 7, since my sisters apparently couldn't understand the whole concept of "I may sleep through my alarm. I have to be at work at 5."

I mean, really, the "wake me up!" didn't have to be added, did it?

Apparently, it did.

On a better note, I am taking my vcr in with me. And a blank tape. TNT is showing Brisco County, JR at 4am. Even if it's an episode (I have about 5, iirc) I've got, I will tape it. For one thing, my copies are degrading. For another... Dude. It's Brisco.

I also plan to take the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy with me. Watch a little of it. Watch all of it...

This may not work. I don't know if the vcr can handle cable being plugged into it. Although it should.

We'll see.

I don't think most of the rest of the week will be fun. But.

*SNARL*

I shouldn't even be fucking awake. I should be asleep. But I got this great idea for an intricate, connected, multipart/year/etc. storyline, so I had to write it down before I went to bed.

Remember I slept through my alarm and my fucking sister didn't wake me up last night?

Well, guess what. It may cost me my job if it happens again.

FUCKING Velma, apparently, can't get a fucking clue. So, instead of calling ME or ANETRA, she called one of the fucking boardmembers of the Condo Association (rich fucking assholes).

And now *I'm* in trouble, because I slept through my alarm. I'm sorry, I am NOT perfect. I do shit for this job that I shouldn't have to. And they want to get on me because VELMA is getting overtime?

Well, fuck you. Fuck all of you.

They are goddamned lucky I didn't quit just now. I was close enough to it. All it would have taken was Geno asking me some stupid-ass question again, and I would've said, "You know what? I don't NEED this grief. I have no life because of this fucking job. So, know what? You can have it."

I am vibrating with rage right now. And having the hardest time resisting the urge to throw something, or destroy something. Or just plain smash my head against a wall.

I doubt Geno realises I hung up on him.

Too bad, 'cause that might be enough to get my ass fired. And then I wouldn't have to go to work tonight.

Tricia warned me it wasn't a job for a career. But how the fuck do I look for a career while sitting behind that sodding desk?

Shit. I am aching to grab something and throw it, just to hear the sound of glass breaking. A battery is sitting to my right. I can visualise it going through one of the windows.

I did not need this.

Well...

I've thought about it all day. Hell, the fucking phone call even invaded my dreams.

Two months. I need two more months of getting that steady paycheck to pay off the last of my credit card bills.

Then I'm out of there.

I'll spend the time putting together my resume, combing job searches... And praying.

But I can't stay there. I don't like the job. I don't get ANY fucking recognition for my personal sacrifices. And I get in trouble for tiny little things.

Well, fuck them if they think I'm going to take it lying down.

I work 52 hours a week. No overtime. No benefits.

I should be earning three times that, with benefits.

Two months. Four pay periods. The first one goes to Gateway, the second to the second half of the card. The third to the first half of the next card. The fourth to the balance. Anything left over stays until I can find something else.

I'm considering actually trying for a pet store. Or pet-sitting services of some sort.

Hell, I'm doing that at work. Watching Liz V's cats. I get paid 5 bucks a visit. Ten bucks an hour, basically.

Hrm. Must look into it.

On a lighter note...

I am still uncertain what I think of Sparrow's last House RR post. I'm not sure if I want to throw up my hands and stalk away, laugh maniacally, or scream and rant. Eh.

We'll see. Besides, I'm not Imagination. I'm Thought.

Sigh.

Oh ye little vabaries of Subreality.

ooh... almost forgot.

Took the vcr to work last night. It works.

Chee. I have a chance to tape some old Briscos... And some videos.

Also!

I would like to thank the wonderful Farli for the icon she made me. She even talked to me when I was livid and planning to throw things. ;)

Niiiice icon. *patpat*