Aug 18,2002
the perils of working

and the question still remains... when did you become an adult...besides the fact that you incidentally were one your past life.. hopefully

don't you get some type of training for that besides being stuck in a school for half of your life with equally clueless individuals close to your age acting as if they woke up one day and suddenly decided they were an adult...duh! and you're expected to have your teachers as your supposed role models...puhleeze!!! clueless and even more clueless although with arguably more wrinkles just don't mix.

and now that ever faithful countdown of truth...

you know that you've had enough of you current job if:

* You wake up wishing to God that nightmare you had while sleeping never ended

* You look in the mirror and get depressed

* You open your closet and get even more depressed

* Your dog can sense your depression..yep, you're just a sniff away!

* Money doesn't even matter that much..and buming around never sounded so enticing

* You commute everyday wondering to yourself as you watch the classy chicks in their corporate attires and say to yourself
"now what on earth are they so happy about? bitch..."

* You walk towards your office buliding and soon realize you can actually turn the other way around, and stuggle you do
* You sit and wonder of all the wonderful memories...you'll be doing in the very near future

* You do your routine and then think about that ever constant question...now why am I doing this again?

* You can feel your muse suddenly getting tired of trying to shake you awake to smell the ghastly smell of "I GIVE UP!"

* You really don't care, don't give a damn, don't wanna analyze anything anymore

* and then you ask others just to make sense of it all...why am i doing this again?

there is still more, trust me...I'm not even remotely close to giving up...it is going to get worse...believe me

whatever's stirring inside of my unhappy being will soon rear it's ugly head and truthfully...i can't wait