I.HATE.MY.JOB.
I had this big long rant written out before it occurred to me that nobody would understand what I was talking about. To summarize: I stare at a computer everyday, all day under the glare of florescent lighting in a stark white office doing completely monotonous and repetitive paperwork. I'm entirely convinced that my brain cells kill themselves out of utter boredom everyday. On top of which, I'm certain that none of my co-workers have ever heard the phrase "anything worth doing is worth doing well" because their work is sloppy and unorganized and their work ethic is that of unadulterated laziness. Not to mention, getting stalked severely by super creepy old men that work in the warehouse. Aaagh. I'm going insane.
Dear Universe:
"I am so happy and grateful now that I have gotten that job at Whole Foods. Thanks!"
<3
PS: See you at Havana tonight, I think.
I had this big long rant written out before it occurred to me that nobody would understand what I was talking about. To summarize: I stare at a computer everyday, all day under the glare of florescent lighting in a stark white office doing completely monotonous and repetitive paperwork. I'm entirely convinced that my brain cells kill themselves out of utter boredom everyday. On top of which, I'm certain that none of my co-workers have ever heard the phrase "anything worth doing is worth doing well" because their work is sloppy and unorganized and their work ethic is that of unadulterated laziness. Not to mention, getting stalked severely by super creepy old men that work in the warehouse. Aaagh. I'm going insane.
Dear Universe:
"I am so happy and grateful now that I have gotten that job at Whole Foods. Thanks!"
<3
PS: See you at Havana tonight, I think.
See you tonight!