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In the moments before I die....
Or, the moments before I fall asleep on the desk at work.
Got yelled at by Don last night for calling in Sunday. Apparently, he wouldn't have minded me falling asleep at the desk and/or killing myself as I tried to drive home from West County on little sleep.
Whatever. He can bite me. I'm working 52 fucking hours a week--max, 48 min--with NO benefits for 6 dollars an hour. That's right. 6 dollars.
A bit better than minimum wage. And, granted, I don't DO anything but sit there and watch tv/read/buzz people in.
But, GODS. I work every day they ask. For TWO MONTHS I didn't have ANY days off.
I'm the one who got a NEW PERSON INTERESTED. Don looked for two fucking months. I mentioned it once to a friend and she was hired the next week.
ARRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
And. And.
I am the person who's designing/creating the website for the newest Ship/Klingon club in St. Louis. The Iron Heart site looks lovely and spiffy.
If you're looking at it via Ieeeeeeeeeeee. Apparently, I missed dotting an i, since Netscrape fucks it all up. I am normally the Table Goddess. I can make them do whatever I want. But this? I've rewritten it line by line, and it STILL won't stop being a fucking bastard.
ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
I want a computer at work. I could so have things finished if I did.
Sigh. I should go get dressed and find food and crap like that.
Argh.
Don't wanna work tonight. *whine*
Got yelled at by Don last night for calling in Sunday. Apparently, he wouldn't have minded me falling asleep at the desk and/or killing myself as I tried to drive home from West County on little sleep.
Whatever. He can bite me. I'm working 52 fucking hours a week--max, 48 min--with NO benefits for 6 dollars an hour. That's right. 6 dollars.
A bit better than minimum wage. And, granted, I don't DO anything but sit there and watch tv/read/buzz people in.
But, GODS. I work every day they ask. For TWO MONTHS I didn't have ANY days off.
I'm the one who got a NEW PERSON INTERESTED. Don looked for two fucking months. I mentioned it once to a friend and she was hired the next week.
ARRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
And. And.
I am the person who's designing/creating the website for the newest Ship/Klingon club in St. Louis. The Iron Heart site looks lovely and spiffy.
If you're looking at it via Ieeeeeeeeeeee. Apparently, I missed dotting an i, since Netscrape fucks it all up. I am normally the Table Goddess. I can make them do whatever I want. But this? I've rewritten it line by line, and it STILL won't stop being a fucking bastard.
ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
I want a computer at work. I could so have things finished if I did.
Sigh. I should go get dressed and find food and crap like that.
Argh.
Don't wanna work tonight. *whine*