A Brief History of My Bad Mood (cont.)
Well, I've bitched and bitched about the horribly warm weather here in Northern Virginia... but winter weather totally fucked up my day. You see, yesterday afternoon-evening brought about the first snow and ice of the season. Being a complete sissy, I decided to go into work an hour late (actually I wanted to skip but was shamed into going). When I was stopped at a light on Lee Hwy this huge ass truck backed up into me and crunched in the front grille of my cute little Passat. I got the info, but it scared the shit out of me. After that I was thouroughly upset, but it wasn't smooth sailing to the end. The two backroads that I use in order to avoid the highways were still sheets of ice in places. If traffic had been moving faster than 3 miles an hour, I might have had a second accident.
Now, on the topic of my crappy job. Apparently all the work the team has done so far is all going to be discarded and we are starting over tomorrow. The FTC has decided to change the template. It really doesn't make much difference to me. I don't care what it is that I am cutting and pasting all day. It's not the worst job, I know. It's not like being the janitor at an adult bookstore. My colleagues are mostly young men, okay guys, but their conversation usually doesn't interest me much (sports and vulgar movies and stuff). Should I be embarrassed that I bring cup o' noodle for lunch every day?
I try to think about New York City while I am there. It helps that we are allowed to bring our iPods and I can listen to whatever. Today I listened to some Billy Joel to put me in a "New York State of Mind." I think I will probably go on the artsbus trip again this spring even though I am no longer a GMU student, and even though the bus ride is not the most comfortable. It's still one of the cheapest ways to get a day in NY.
I can't help but worry what I will do when this job is done at the end of March. It's a fine short-term job, but I still don't know what I want to do as a career. I worry about it, but I am not yet looking for my next job. I probably should be... but then, I probably should be exercising and working on my fanfiction. Heheheheheh (that's a somewhat nervous laugh, btw). At least this job will give me some dough, and while I will save most of it, there are two totally frivolous things that I plan to buy for myself. I am going to get a tattoo and the entire series of Sex & the City.
Now, on the topic of my crappy job. Apparently all the work the team has done so far is all going to be discarded and we are starting over tomorrow. The FTC has decided to change the template. It really doesn't make much difference to me. I don't care what it is that I am cutting and pasting all day. It's not the worst job, I know. It's not like being the janitor at an adult bookstore. My colleagues are mostly young men, okay guys, but their conversation usually doesn't interest me much (sports and vulgar movies and stuff). Should I be embarrassed that I bring cup o' noodle for lunch every day?
I try to think about New York City while I am there. It helps that we are allowed to bring our iPods and I can listen to whatever. Today I listened to some Billy Joel to put me in a "New York State of Mind." I think I will probably go on the artsbus trip again this spring even though I am no longer a GMU student, and even though the bus ride is not the most comfortable. It's still one of the cheapest ways to get a day in NY.
I can't help but worry what I will do when this job is done at the end of March. It's a fine short-term job, but I still don't know what I want to do as a career. I worry about it, but I am not yet looking for my next job. I probably should be... but then, I probably should be exercising and working on my fanfiction. Heheheheheh (that's a somewhat nervous laugh, btw). At least this job will give me some dough, and while I will save most of it, there are two totally frivolous things that I plan to buy for myself. I am going to get a tattoo and the entire series of Sex & the City.