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Sunday, July 21, 2002 ( 5:18 PM ) Fat Bitch Haven't really felt like writing lately. Too hot, too tired, too bored. No motivation for much of anything. I hate my job during these summer months...the heat wears on me. By 8:00 I'm drenched down to my underwear...and now that I'm running a dual system, my stress level has doubled. Between Mickey and John, I'm maintaining...but without their help, I'd probably be a bad as I was on system 6. It was bad enough that I went on anti-depressants. How bad does a job have to suck that one must take drugs to make it through a day? I always get like this during the summer though. I get frustrated, and start thinking about finding another job...one that doesn't require me to get this stressed out EVERY DAY. And now that the powers that be have added bulk loading to our already mountainous tasks, I only hope no one goes ape-shit out there. Of course, if someone did...it might make those fuckers in charge wake up to how bad it is in our area. Of course I can't just up and quit. The money is too good. So I'll slog it out. Again. # |
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