One Month = What the Fuck
I know I do not blog enough, and that you all are just pining away and waiting for me to update this damn thing with another fecal story, but I have been busy.
With what - you ask?
Well, for one thing, I have decided that I do not like my job. I know, you're probably thinking "Becca, NO ONE likes their job." and rest assured THAT IS NOT TRUE.
I used to like my job. Whenever something would go wrong, or there would be a crisis, I wouldn't mind staying late, working a little more, even if I wasn't going to be paid for it. I would plaster a smile on my face and think to myself that it will build job experience, and OH won't that be good, I will learn something! Yay! I will be building character.
Fuck character. I have enough character.
I think only people who have been (unexpectantly) served with divorce papers know how I feel right now. You know there is nothing you can do about it, but you keep going and keep trying because, well, what else is there? You can't just give up...can you?
But you know it's over. Deep inside of you, no matter how many times you turn over in the bed, flip the pillow, it just won't go away. And it's growing.
I am looking for another job right now. I have a very good lead that would allow me to work my own hours, give me a car allowance, and have no direct supervision.
FUCK YES. Where do I sign?
In other news: did you know you can watch Arrested Devlopment on MSN? Seriously.
Now, excuse me while I go walk across the ocean.