So, after some initial butterflies about working with THE PUBLIC face-to-face for the first time in many years, I've discovered that I actually quite like my new job at the mall record-store. It is therefore somewhat vexatious to me that my girlfriend's every word or thought seems to be regarding how soon I can find a different, better job ( Read more... )

Weirdly, other than my stomach bitching at me, a bit, I actually feel not merely better, but actually kind of terrific, today. I suppose I got a free "cleanse." The idea that anyone would PAY for such a thing is more than slightly horrible, to me ( Read more... )

So, I knew I wasn't doing so hot when my actual boss actually asked me if I wanted to go home, yesterday. The truth was that nauseous waves of exhaustion were assailing me with a force that was making the room tip, and I was dozing off every 10 minutes or so. Janice had made me breakfast and it sat untouched all morning until I finally forced it ( Read more... )

I want to run screaming out of this building, run through the blazing June heat until I can't lift my feet, anymore, and then collapse on a rock, somewhere, and listen to birds sing and water flow softly past ( Read more... )

I contracted a violent stomach illness that kept me out of work for most of a week. This was exactly one week after the Monday in which I updated about opossums because I was semi-fake sick. This is the kind of thing that normally gets me in trouble, as it constitutes a "pattern" of non-attendance, but it turned out not to matter at all, because ( Read more... )

Dude, I think I've finally snapped (it's ten to six, and I'm due at work in three hours!) so I'm finally emotionally removed enough to tell you just how much I felt this post when I read it, and that you are not alone. My body continuously fails me. I pathetically try to ingratiate myself to people I don't even like, at work, in order to keep from ( Read more... )

Eleven. Hours. Of. Work ( Read more... )

So...guess who just worked 54 hours, this week, including coming in for Saturday, in spite of the fact that my schedule just moved back to an hour earlier than before ( Read more... )

...a bit earlier, I suddenly realized that I was listening to NIN's Year Zero WHILE READING George Orwell's 1984, WHILE AT WORK. I swear I did not do this on purpose. In fact, I was wondering why my attitude about my job seemed to be getting worse, when I was feeling pretty good, before that...