fuck this job.com

Haha. There is little to do on this lame job (most of the time). It's like a prison for 8 hours a day. So in order to make prison more tolerable, I brought in some DVDs this week. I caught up on Season 3 of Lost! Watched them on my Computer. Woo hoo.

Think I have it easy? Think you want a job like mine? Think again. No sense of purpose, completly void of any direction, or future. Little work to do on my scheduled hours and yet they still call me on my days off. I brought these problems up with my 'boss' and he said, 'well read a book when you're bored'.

So I thought, book, DVD, same difference.

Iused to hate my job so much. It made me sick to the point I felt like vomiting when I saw my boss walk in (two hours late) every morning. On Sundays, the dread would set in the minute I woke up and I would get maybe an hour's sleep every Sunday night. I loathed the place, the people and my being there. Then the asshole supervisor got canned and I got moved to another position. I was mad at first but it actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise...in a way. I was out of a stressful, sick environment full of fat angry people who hated my guts and best of all I was away from my supervisors. I soon found out that I actually liked the people I worked with. I started to really excel at my job and people commented on seeing me smile all the time at work. It made me pretty complacent, when the anger went so did me searching for something better. I soon became very bored with the job as well. Sometimes there is a ton of work and I have to be really on top of things. A lot of time though, there's barely enough to last me until noon. Since I would rather quit on my own terms than be laid off, I have to stretch many days out. I zone out staring at my computer, look out the window, talk to my co-workers, take extended breaks, talk on the phone with family and friends, pretend to be on the phone with clients...and on and on. I hadn't sent a resume out in months.