One more day to go, then I get a four-day weekend. You have no idea how happy that thought makes me feel. I don’t think I’ve ever hated a job as much as I hate this one. I mean, working in an animal shelter had it’s crappy moments, and so did working in retail, but not since the Mr. Sub. fiasco have I ever had to literally drag my sorry ass out of bed in the morning and force myself to go to work. I feel mildly homicidal. Urgh. I won’t write about it until I don’t have to depend on it for food money though… but oh… how I wish I could vent.
on my winamp: Spacefish – Stardust