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I hate my job.
I don't know how it happened. I used to be ok with it... at least semi-ok becuase I make more money than I really knew what to do with. Now, I hate it. It sucks every drop of creativity and sincerity out of my body. I sit, in a light gray cube and say the same thing over and over again and take dubious amounts of uneducated bullshit from white trash people in Ohio.
So I'm not here to complain about my job, I just wanted to give you guys a little backround info. I have been spending my days wondering why all of a sudden I hate the job that I used to tolerate, hell i even liked it at one time. I think its that this move is coming so close i can pretty much touch it. 89 days to be exact. That feels real. all of it is so close to fruition, the wedding, the move, the total change of life... its scary but exciting. In the meantime I'm just wasting time. waiting. planning and filling notebooks (thank god).
isn't this the moment when i get in a huge car wreck and realize i regret wasting the time i could have been running through the hills with flowers in my hair holding onto a kitten?
I don't know. its just a drag. I'd like to see my friends before I move and wish they'd realize come december i'm not going to have time to hang out with them so NOW is the time? I wish a lot of things about other people but i'm learning to stop. i can't make anyone care about anything...including me.
I don't know how it happened. I used to be ok with it... at least semi-ok becuase I make more money than I really knew what to do with. Now, I hate it. It sucks every drop of creativity and sincerity out of my body. I sit, in a light gray cube and say the same thing over and over again and take dubious amounts of uneducated bullshit from white trash people in Ohio.
So I'm not here to complain about my job, I just wanted to give you guys a little backround info. I have been spending my days wondering why all of a sudden I hate the job that I used to tolerate, hell i even liked it at one time. I think its that this move is coming so close i can pretty much touch it. 89 days to be exact. That feels real. all of it is so close to fruition, the wedding, the move, the total change of life... its scary but exciting. In the meantime I'm just wasting time. waiting. planning and filling notebooks (thank god).
isn't this the moment when i get in a huge car wreck and realize i regret wasting the time i could have been running through the hills with flowers in my hair holding onto a kitten?
I don't know. its just a drag. I'd like to see my friends before I move and wish they'd realize come december i'm not going to have time to hang out with them so NOW is the time? I wish a lot of things about other people but i'm learning to stop. i can't make anyone care about anything...including me.