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Sometimes my parents make me mad.
Okay, so I have this job. I leave the house at 8 AM and usually I get home at 6 PM. Today I got home at 11-ish (PM still) because I went to Kerry's straight after work. And I walk into the house and my mother starts yelling at me for a check my sister misplaced.
And then I asked her to take a look at medical forms for Oberlin. And she says, "Put them on the island, fine. It's not like I'll have any time to look at them."
Like I do?
I leave before my dad goes to work.
I get home after my mom gets home.
If I go out I see my parents exactly twice in a day. I see my mom when she gets up and I'm leaving the house and I see my dad before I go to bed.
That's it.
Done deal.
So why, with so little time being in contact, am I being yelled at?
Yell at Sam or something. She sleeps 'til three every day.
My job makes me go, "Ewww."
But hanging out with Kerry was fun.
3:30 PM - The best point of my day. I measure my day in parts. 10:30 AM is "two more hours until lunch." 1:00 PM is "thirty minutes before everyone gets back from lunch and I have to do actual work instead of doing half-work." But, three thirty? Three thirty is when hope starts to shine through and I see the end of the day ahead of me. Three thirty means just two more hours until I can leave.
The worst time of the day is 5:25. I want to leave, but I can't. I leave at 5:30. So I slowly organize my desk and slowly shut down my computer and sometimes go to the bathroom just to waste time. But it's never enough. I always come back with 3 or 4 minutes still left. It's the longest five minutes of my life.
I swear to God, if I have to work in an office all day for the rest of my life I will off myself. Do you realize that it could hail outside during the middle of the fucking day and I wouldn't know?
I wouldn't.
I don't sit near a window and they shut the shades anyway.
Offices are designed to be like supermarkets and casinos - a lack of clocks, a place where time stays still, minimal exits, and no windows.
I mean, it's not like I'm a huge lover of the outdoors, but, Jesus.
Work sucks.
But hanging out with Kerry was amazing good times. Thanks, Kerry. :-)
Three more notes:
• Sam has gone over Cara's for the night and I'm pretty p.o.'d about it.
• I don't hate work as much when I'm in it as I do when I get home or out of it. I still hate it when I'm there, but not with as much of a passion.
• Kerry take note: you have just gotten your own tag. Congrat and ulations to you, my friend.
Okay, so I have this job. I leave the house at 8 AM and usually I get home at 6 PM. Today I got home at 11-ish (PM still) because I went to Kerry's straight after work. And I walk into the house and my mother starts yelling at me for a check my sister misplaced.
And then I asked her to take a look at medical forms for Oberlin. And she says, "Put them on the island, fine. It's not like I'll have any time to look at them."
Like I do?
I leave before my dad goes to work.
I get home after my mom gets home.
If I go out I see my parents exactly twice in a day. I see my mom when she gets up and I'm leaving the house and I see my dad before I go to bed.
That's it.
Done deal.
So why, with so little time being in contact, am I being yelled at?
Yell at Sam or something. She sleeps 'til three every day.
My job makes me go, "Ewww."
But hanging out with Kerry was fun.
3:30 PM - The best point of my day. I measure my day in parts. 10:30 AM is "two more hours until lunch." 1:00 PM is "thirty minutes before everyone gets back from lunch and I have to do actual work instead of doing half-work." But, three thirty? Three thirty is when hope starts to shine through and I see the end of the day ahead of me. Three thirty means just two more hours until I can leave.
The worst time of the day is 5:25. I want to leave, but I can't. I leave at 5:30. So I slowly organize my desk and slowly shut down my computer and sometimes go to the bathroom just to waste time. But it's never enough. I always come back with 3 or 4 minutes still left. It's the longest five minutes of my life.
I swear to God, if I have to work in an office all day for the rest of my life I will off myself. Do you realize that it could hail outside during the middle of the fucking day and I wouldn't know?
I wouldn't.
I don't sit near a window and they shut the shades anyway.
Offices are designed to be like supermarkets and casinos - a lack of clocks, a place where time stays still, minimal exits, and no windows.
I mean, it's not like I'm a huge lover of the outdoors, but, Jesus.
Work sucks.
But hanging out with Kerry was amazing good times. Thanks, Kerry. :-)
Three more notes:
• Sam has gone over Cara's for the night and I'm pretty p.o.'d about it.
• I don't hate work as much when I'm in it as I do when I get home or out of it. I still hate it when I'm there, but not with as much of a passion.
• Kerry take note: you have just gotten your own tag. Congrat and ulations to you, my friend.