I started working again. "Big whoop," say those of you who trudge daily to the office 'ell of their choice, living the life among the drones. But to a man for whom the term "work" had come to equate getting up around noon, sitting around in your underwear for a few hours, and finally sitting down to write your one or two of his freelance assignments (maybe) around 6 or 7 before going out to the bar at 10, it is DEATH. I'm not cut out to be around people. I will strangle you before noon if you smile too much at me. (Especially with teeth.) AND...I just got ANOTHER job today, TWO FRIGGIN DAYS LATER (for signifigantly more money of course, but...) I spent the last two days learning all the ins and outs and the names attached to the bad perms and vacuous faces and when I can use Piggie's glasses to start the fire...and I GET TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN STARTING TUESDAY. BAH. And it's that annoying clips episode of the Simpsons with the all singing/all dancing bits. Bah. PLUS I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH ILM/E...BAH!!!!
Sorry...I just needed to get that out. Carry on.
― jess, Thursday, 30 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)