Werk. Werk. Werk.

My day at work.

I just try to be a good worker bee, kinda like Crash. Just doin my thing. Dont fuck with my system bitches, it just messes me up. 3 1/2 years I been doin this and I got this. No, really I do. It aint that hard.


Micro management will be the death of me. It just makes me find ways to mess with the system. And fuck around all day....




My superiors are the usual suspects...

Oh Geezzzzzzus!

Okay, my cubemate at work....the one getting married in less than a week has been sick as a dog since last Wednesday. And at work. Poor thing. We went to lunch last Thursday to chat about the upcomming nuptuals. I knew she was sick, but I thought she was mostly just stressing about the wedding. She went home early yesterday and didnt come in today. She's been diagnosed. With Swine Flu.

I repeat. My cubemate.

Miss Miss Mucho

Got a new schedule at work that started today. 8am - 4:30pm. It makes my day not suck so bad. But the only caveat is if I'm late more than two times I go back to the old suckier schedule of 8:30-5:00. I'm late every other day. This should be fun. I made it today with 10 minutes to spare. Coulda stayed in bed an extra 10 glorius sleep filled minutes. That mindset is the beginning of my downfall. =0

And Pavlov was totally right about dogs (I think). My alarm went off at 6a vs the normal 6:45a and Remi was all like...??????? Wha??? Why ya gettin up so early??? He KNOWS what time everything is done. When I get up, when I get in the shower, when I'm leaving, when I get home for lunch, after work, go to bed... you get the idea. He has an internal clock that's amazing. He (Jakes pretty good at this too) even knows when we're on weekend schedule. So this means the cute little fuhker is gonna start getting me up earlier on weekends! Arrrrrrrrgh. crap.

And I miss my kid more than usual this week. I hate the Navy this week. I hate that I'm prolly not gonna see her for another month (hopefully thats all), maybe longer. Talking and texting is beginning to not cut it. I'm at the longer than 2 months since I've SEEN her part of my misery. The other mothers out there may get this....I need to touch her, hug her and not only that, smell her. I know it sounds weird. But it is what it is. Whine over.

pLaYin hOOky

I love playin hooky from work because I hate my job. Seems a horrible thing to say with a shitload of people out of work and not being able to find any. I should be happy I have a job. Thankful that I can pay my bills. Screw around at the casino whenever I want. Buy useless chachkis to clutter my place.

I dont feel guilty though. If I can get away with not going, thats exactly what I'm going to do. When this damn recessions over I'm gonna find a new job. Yup thats what I'm gonna do. And I'm gonna find one that I LIKE to do. I'm tired of workin for the man and dreading it.