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Friday, Aug. 24, 2001 : 3:53 pm
bored out of my gourd
Well, Its FRIDAY!!! and I am in a great mood, don't get me wrong. I just haven't been able to pry it out of me all damn day. So far today I have typed 70 fax sheets, faxed 70 vendors, written a recommendation letter, a job list, done all the invoices for today, taken multiple messages, made 8 copies of plans, done the dishes here, refilled the paper, changed out the back up tapes and logged the back up pages, updated the dates on all our stamps and called all the company's for the workers comp insurance that we need the certificates for the left out vendors for the audit. and I only get paid 8.50 an hour. IT BLOWS you know it??? I am so bored. I finished all that stuff like an hour ago and have had ever since then to kill. I am bored out of my gourd. Thank you very much. I've also worked out all our finances and we will be poor til' like the beginning of october. THEN we will be able to save some money. Not much but some. DRAT!!! I hate that I am hated here at work. I feel it. It just waits for me everyday. The irritated and annoying looks from Bob and the hidden hatred from Steve. The few that I "think" like me are the only reason I work here. Barbara is incredible. She is awesome. She's worked here as long as me and she only just now TODAY took the first day off. She's not even ever late here people. She gets up at 5:00 everyday. EVERYDAY!!! Fuck that shit. Hell no. I roll my ass out of bed around 7:05am and I have to leave the house at 7:15 to be here by 7:30am. That shows you my concern of my personal appearance. I don't look half bad. I just don't wear make up ever and rarely brush my hair because I just whip it into a bun and leap out the door. Actually 5 mins. is how long it takes me to get ready and 10 to cuddle with Justen. I am WHIPPED and I like it. I get this SO BORED OUT OF MY MIND I FEEL AS THOUGH I JUST MIGHT JUMP UP OUT OF MY SKIN ANY MINUTE feeling when I'm here at shit ole work. I truly despise working here for my shittly little wage. I might as well beg on the ground and roll over because the mascot dog Baby Girl (Owners dog he brings to work everyday) gets more love and attention than I do here. Praise more is what I want, not LOVE. Not theirs anyway. I am so depressed sometimes and discouraged. I am BROKE and hope that I can avoid winning the lottery. That would blow. (Please God don't keep me poor just to be cruel and be able to play a joke on me) I move to my moms this week end. Tomorrow actually. My room will have so much furniture in it. 2 Big dressers, a full size bed, a small entertainment center, a futon and a bunch of other little crap...gotta go.
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