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SO headachy ... Posted at 6:21 AM
Haters gonna hate. Bitches gonna bitch. Shits gonna stink. Posted at 6:50 AM
This is a horrible, horrible existence. Posted at 7:40 AM
Why am I burning myself out for that shithole? Posted at 7:32 AM
More drama hath no theatre ever seen. Posted at 6:13 AM
Seriously, if I did that kind of shit I'd not only be embarrassed and see myself as an unfit parent but I'd get fired. Anybody else, though - no problem. Posted at 7:14 AM
At least the clients realize how much more organized and planned things are at work. That half makes up for all of the effort. Posted at 6:24 AM
Tired and hating everything. Lucky me. Posted at 6:39 AM
The ending episode of Two and a Half Men almost makes up for the last four years ... almost. Posted at 7:32 AM
What's there to say when all I encounter is pain and depression and disappointment? You've surely heard it all by now - from me if no one else. Posted at 7:24 AM
So tired. I need much sleep in time me do. Sleeeeep. Posted at 7:05 AM
Is it over yet? Posted at 6:41 AM
All my life is pain. Posted at 7:41 AM
This is hardly any kind of weekend. Posted at 7:32 AM
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre was a walk in the park compared to the endless emptiness of having lost the love of your life and never seeing them again. Valentine's Day is just a reminder of how much you have lost. Posted at 7:27 AM
Friday the 13th, with tomorrow being Valentine's Day. Seems ominous to me ... Posted at 7:26 AM
... and more blood ... again! And it just won't stop. The fun never ends. Posted at 6:32 AM
If I could just do my job - multi-faceted as it is - without the patronizing, demeaning, and blind comments from the owner then I would have a good job doing good things for the clients, my fellow co-workers, the business, and the bottom line. Instead I have chaos, stress, and hatred of this place. Posted at 6:59 AM
Blood everywhere the night before last. Blood everywhere yesterday evening. More blood today. Do I have this much in me? Posted at 6:48 AM
When does it start getting good? Posted at 7:31 AM
Can I keep up this pace at work? Do I want to? No. Posted at 7:55 AM
This job stinks. Posted at 7:20 AM
Will I run behind all day today like I did yesterday? A little consultation with the Magic 8-Ball tells me, "All signs say Yes." Posted at 7:25 AM
A perfect and true quote from the recent episode of Person of Interest:
Posted at 6:56 AM
To die would be a great adventure ... and almost surely a long overdue vacation. Posted at 7:30 AM
As it turns out I didn't have to go to work yesterday morning as I'd expected when I wrote my last Journal entry (due to the Level 3 Snow Emergency), but I did go in during the afternoon to do payroll - and that took me more than twice as long as it should have because my co-workers can't be troubled to fill in their time sheets, total them, or place them where they can be found. If I were the manager they just wouldn't have gotten paid. Believe me, one time not being paid because you didn't submit a time card and you don't do it again. Because my co-workers were so thoughtful and cost me a great deal more time, the short half hour trip became more like an hour and a half and someone else had claimed the parking space I'd shoveled out for over an hour around my car (due to the 14" of snow over yesterday and last night). I got to drive into a not-shoveled -at-all space and trudge through with my groceries. Maybe the car will be stuck when I go out this morning and I won't be able to go into work. That would probably not happen because luck simply doesn't ever work in my favor. So, refer to yesterday's Journal entry because it holds more true than ever. I have no idea why I go back. And I have no idea why I have to suffer in pain every day either. That just seems to be all I get. Ever. Posted at 7:06 AM
Would you choose to go to Hell if you had a choice? Would you choose to be stressed and pushed and rushed and over-taxed and exhausted and put in pain? Would you go there knowing you would be taunted, hated, lied to, blamed for all the woes of the world (or at least everything in sight), and treated as a despicable being worth less than pond scum? Would you go forward into Hell knowing that? I wouldn't think I would either if I had any choice. Yet I find myself once again doing exactly that, going to my abusive, fucked up place of employment, knowing how I'll be treated and what it will do to me ... and I don't understand why I keep going back. Posted at 7:10 AM
I hate all of this. Posted at 7:44 AM
Journal, by Paul Cales, © February 2015
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February 28, 2015
