5:28 p.m. ||December 16, 2004
I hate my job and want to cry
Ughh... that's how I feel every work day of my life. I set my alarm for 5 am and snooze it til about 5:45. At that point I lie in bed and contemplate about calling in- then I realize I have to get my ass up and get through another day. Yes, I do this every single day before work. I always arrive 10 minutes late and pray the boss won't be in. Who in their right mind would come in at 6am? Of course he's surprised me quite a few times and been there. After about a half and hour or so my lovely co-worker shows up. He doesn't need to be in until 8 but he feels the need to start early. We started on the same day. When I first met him I thought he was the best looking guy. He looks like he just stepped out of GQ. Now he annoys the shit out of me. My days are spent bugging him while he's bugging me. Sometimes it drives me insane. Today he was ragging on me for leaving on time at 3pm. What the fuck? I do not feel the need to work 10 and 12 hour days- this company pays me shit. I searched online last night for jobs. Everyone wants the same thing- 3-5 years experience for a frigging desk job answering phones and filing. I could do that in my sleep. However I am sick of corporate bullshit and sitting in front of a computer all day. I want to do something different. I just don't know what. I would like to travel and meet new people- but I have no experience in hospitality. I would just love to work on a cruise ship- even if I am just housekeeping. I keep having flash backs (no not drug induced ones) of when I was younger and in high school. I always thought that once I graduated the world would be at my fingertips. I still have no grasp on life. Why can't my life be like one of those great chick lit reads? Imagine I work as an editor, a writer, in public relations or any other glamour job and I'm engaged to a lawyer or a docton. Real life is never like a story. If it was who the hell would read it?
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