This new desk job – I can’t wait to leave. I’m absolutely itching to pack it in.
I’ve never been cut out for desk jobs – I don’t think a lot of people are, but we hold our breaths and go under water.
I’ve wanted to quit this new job at least once every week. And oddly enough, I think that’s what’s kept me going. Somehow, when I tell myself, “fuck it, big momma’s moving the hell on”, it allows me to vent my frustrations – and then afterwards, I’m fine (until the next time).
I can’t wait to get my computer reconnected to its lover (broadband); I tell ya, this job, coupled with writing at the net cafe til late, is starting to turn my nipple-hair grey.
Pray for me, homies.