fuck this job.com

I called in today. First of all, I spent half of the night working on my novel, so I awoke feeling quite overtired, and I had absolutely no interest in going into the office today. After all, it is a waged, temporary position. Frankly, I doubt I'll be missed.

I do not hate the people I work with. Though I believe that they are a bit too beholden to their bosses, I respect them and I have had quite enjoyable moments working with them and spending time with them outside of the office.

What is depressing me, to some degree, is the nature of my work. It is unbelievably unrewarding. It is what I like to call "nothing work". It just does not have the sort of meaningfulness that I desire at this junction in my life.

After obtaining a master's degree, I'm quite saddened by the fact that I have not realized its worth. I did learn a lot about myself, but, I'm afraid that it has not brought about the kind of satisfaction that I thought it would.

I called in today, and I don't really care.