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The garden of forking paths
Nov. 21st, 2006 08:46 pmSince I have to work in the morning I could not go out tonight with Mel and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pinkfaeriestars to see a movie. Hence, I'm taking advantage of the evening to do some work on my long-neglected writing. My job is still the same: exactly enough time to do nothing. I can tell my boss suspects that I'm not happy there, but I don't know what to do. I can't fake enjoying a job that I just don't. I've fired out a lot of resumes via careerbuilder, but don't expect to be able to check up with anyone about them until after the holiday. It looks like I'm here for a while no matter what, but at least I've been spending every single day trying to do something about it. That makes me feel a little bit better. The writing still needs to get done, though. If I'm not doing that then I'm not doing what I'm put on this earth to do and all the job hunting won't matter. I won't escape from this job because I won't deserve to. That might be a feverish way of looking at things, but I think it's correct.
Life isn't all gloom. I'm reading several books right now and making surprisingly fast progress on all of them, probably because my free time to read is actually limited and precious now. I'm even reading some non-fiction, which is rare for me. I'm enjoying WoW, but need to get an actual copy since my trial version expired. And we're planning on having a nice Thanksgiving dinner this Thursday - and I'm lucky enough to actually have Thanksgiving off. Too bad I'm working Christmas Eve and Christmas day.
I've been in my Void Circle Pharmacy Envelope for so long I've barely kept up on the outside world. I had no idea that Ed Bradley had died, just barely caught that Jack Palance had died, and found out that Robert Altman died today simply because I happened to be standing near a TV that announced it. Lots of death happens when you're working retail, and you don't even know it.
Wow. That's metaquotable right there. Anyway, I've wasted enough time. I've got work to do.
pinkfaeriestars to see a movie. Hence, I'm taking advantage of the evening to do some work on my long-neglected writing. My job is still the same: exactly enough time to do nothing. I can tell my boss suspects that I'm not happy there, but I don't know what to do. I can't fake enjoying a job that I just don't. I've fired out a lot of resumes via careerbuilder, but don't expect to be able to check up with anyone about them until after the holiday. It looks like I'm here for a while no matter what, but at least I've been spending every single day trying to do something about it. That makes me feel a little bit better. The writing still needs to get done, though. If I'm not doing that then I'm not doing what I'm put on this earth to do and all the job hunting won't matter. I won't escape from this job because I won't deserve to. That might be a feverish way of looking at things, but I think it's correct.Life isn't all gloom. I'm reading several books right now and making surprisingly fast progress on all of them, probably because my free time to read is actually limited and precious now. I'm even reading some non-fiction, which is rare for me. I'm enjoying WoW, but need to get an actual copy since my trial version expired. And we're planning on having a nice Thanksgiving dinner this Thursday - and I'm lucky enough to actually have Thanksgiving off. Too bad I'm working Christmas Eve and Christmas day.
I've been in my Void Circle Pharmacy Envelope for so long I've barely kept up on the outside world. I had no idea that Ed Bradley had died, just barely caught that Jack Palance had died, and found out that Robert Altman died today simply because I happened to be standing near a TV that announced it. Lots of death happens when you're working retail, and you don't even know it.
Wow. That's metaquotable right there. Anyway, I've wasted enough time. I've got work to do.
