I hate my job. Not that this is news to anyone who knows me. Today was particularly hideous and it's only Tuesday. In fact, it was so hideous that I immediately started thinking on the way home that I should totally make a new blog about how much I hate my job and invite my friends to participate and talk about how much they hate their jobs and how great it's going to be and such a relaxer and venting is fun! and then I realized that it was the dumbest idea ever.
So I decided to take all that energy and start devoting it to finding a new job. Really, someone can only bitch about one particular thing before all of their friends start yawning and saying, "So, when are you going to do something besides complain about this All. The. Damn. Time?"
Besides, my job is making me mean. I'm generally a pretty nice person. I don't kick animate objects, I shower, I say please and thank you, and sometimes remember people's birthdays (not always. I'm so sorry that I forgot a bunch this year.) and can behave like a fairly normal human being in society. However, I had the reather horrid realization today that I've been really, really grumpy for the better part of two weeks and that I've been taking it out on all the wrong people. Good thing Indie Rocker has a really thick skin or I'd be screwed. Argh.
So instead of being all cranky, I hopped online and started job hunting. I'll let you know how it goes. So far, I found 4 or 5 jobs that interest me and I'm applying for one tonight. Wish me luck!
Quote of the Day: "'Cause it's easy when you know how it's done/you can't stop now/you've already begun/you can feel it rushing through your bones/then you jerk it out." Jerk it Out, The Caesars.