"They're hicks, Rita."

Having one of those mornings where I'm thinking, "What is even the point of all of this?" Everything seems totally mundane and ridiculous and exhaustingly repetitive. I need a different job so bad but I read this very scary article this morning:

http://finance.yahoo.com/focus-retirement/article/110742/for-the-unemployed-over-50-fears-of-never-working-again?mod=fidelity-changingjobs&cat=fidelity_2010_changing_jobs

Of course, I'm not over 50, but still I worry. The thing is, I really like to eat and buy stuff. And my dog really enjoys eating and having stuff bought for him, too. In spite of how miserable work is, I have total job security. Unfortunately (or fortunately, from my boss's POV), there will never be a shortage of dog poop to bitch about and never enough people to field calls from the mentally ill. I just don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to stomach it before becoming one myself.

Oh, and Mr. U is just awful. He's just not a good human being and this fact continues to rear its ugly head in spite of my repeated attempts to ignore this and focus on the more appealing body parts until this miraculously changes. It's an insurmountable problem. So, honest to God, I'm quitting it. This will be the last post in which his moniker is mentioned.



R.I.P. ~M1L