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i haven't posted on live journal in ages and everyone else is up in here complaining about their jobs, i thought i should join in. i'm not feeling even remotely motivated to be productive today. i don't know about this new job and it's been less than a week. it's not what i thought it was going to be. it's not challenging, and that's kind of what i was looking forward to about it. i was going to take on this big task of organizing and getting things running right. well, no, i'm mostly cleaning up a big mess and trying to pull together a lost cause. even though nobody will say to me exactly that is a lost cause, i know that it is because every person that says anything about seems to know that it's not going to be saved. anyway, i'm still not getting to use my brain, which annoys the hell out of me. why can't i have a thinking job. also, it doesn't help that everyone hates working here. not just the people that i knew before i started, but the people i'm meeting. everyone hates it. and the biggest complaint- they don't take care of their employees. i thought i got out of that environment and i was really happy about it, but now i'm right back in. let's start a tutoring business or something. we can take care of each other and help people and be think and be creative and feel like we spend 40 or more hours a week mattering.
in other news...
my uncle is probably going to pass away by christmas. i just found this out today. my dad has 6 brothers. this particular brother is just 9 months older than him, so they are obviously very close. he has 2 daughters, who are a year older than me, and a month old grandson. my uncle has been dealing with pancreatic cancer for about five years, and for the past year has been having a lot of trouble with his kidney. it's not processing right and basically poisoning him. he went to the hospital over the weekend and they basically told him that there's nothing else they can do for him. so, he's all set up for hospice at home. my dad said they're delivering a hospital bed and morphine to his living room today. it's really sad. makes me want to cry, but i'm at work.
we're redoing our living room and dining room. it's a large task and our house is a mess, but it's going to look really great when it's done. i hope. we're going for a more formal look for those rooms...since there's dog hair and play dough and week old chocolate milk all over the rest of the house.
i'm excited about christmas. i love buying, wrapping, and giving gifts. love it. and the christmas tree. and stocking stuffers. i don't love that there are always a million places to be, but i deal with it.
i don't have anything interesting to talk about. i'm just so, so bored and there's still fifty-five minutes left to work. blech.
in other news...
my uncle is probably going to pass away by christmas. i just found this out today. my dad has 6 brothers. this particular brother is just 9 months older than him, so they are obviously very close. he has 2 daughters, who are a year older than me, and a month old grandson. my uncle has been dealing with pancreatic cancer for about five years, and for the past year has been having a lot of trouble with his kidney. it's not processing right and basically poisoning him. he went to the hospital over the weekend and they basically told him that there's nothing else they can do for him. so, he's all set up for hospice at home. my dad said they're delivering a hospital bed and morphine to his living room today. it's really sad. makes me want to cry, but i'm at work.
we're redoing our living room and dining room. it's a large task and our house is a mess, but it's going to look really great when it's done. i hope. we're going for a more formal look for those rooms...since there's dog hair and play dough and week old chocolate milk all over the rest of the house.
i'm excited about christmas. i love buying, wrapping, and giving gifts. love it. and the christmas tree. and stocking stuffers. i don't love that there are always a million places to be, but i deal with it.
i don't have anything interesting to talk about. i'm just so, so bored and there's still fifty-five minutes left to work. blech.