Why I Hate My Job

Oh, no. One of the barbie princesses white trash soap opera stars that I work with finally got fired. (They seem to think they’re barbie princesses so everyone has to kneel and kiss their asses. I will never be one of those people.)

I refer to them as “my white trash soap opera” because I get the pleasure (and it is funny, really) of listening to them discuss their lives everyday during lunch. “My baby daddy” this and “his skanky girlfriend” that. They all have a minimum of one child and one baby daddy. Two of them share a baby daddy. That’s class  right there.

My Imaginary World 2

Having an imaginary world isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I can pretty much lose myself in my train of thoughts and pretendings. I enjoy the fake place that I make up in my head so much that I hate when the real world comes crashing in on me. I hate when people interrupt my meanderings, and get frustrated with people that don’t even know that they’re bothering me, because they are taking me out of the place I wish I was.

My Imaginary World

I don’t know what “normal” people do all day long, but I live in a pretend world that exists solely in my head. What the hell else am I supposed to think about all day? My job? A brainless monkey could do my job. I could do it in my sleep. So not   a lot to concentrate on there. Should I bore myself with thinking about my own life, that I’ve already lived? Or the things that I’m supposed to get done that I never do?

I asked my husband what he thinks about all day and he said he thinks about the things he has to do or wants to do. What he needs to accomplish to get where he wants to be. Snore. I don’t know if I believe that but maybe he does. He’s anal like that.

Time Wasters

Everything is such a waste of time. Are you doing anything meaningful with your life? What is meaningful anyway? Is it more important to do something meaningful or to just enjoy life? Do you enjoy life or is everything you do a waste of time?

People say that watching tv is a waste of time. It is a waste of time, I agree. But so is reading a book. Or writing a blog. Or having sex. Everything, in essence, is a waste of time. Unless you’re doing something like curing diseases or eliminating world hunger. Those kinds of things are probably not a waste of time. But how many people do that kind of stuff anyway?

Torture

I just paid someone $222 to torture me with metal instruments and water for an hour. There was blood. A lot of complaining on my part. I should have asked how much it was going to cost me before going through with it. When they told me the total I was kinda like “fuck…” I wasn’t expecting to have to pay that much.

Seriously, the dentist should pay me for putting up with him.

I hate going to the dentist for about 8 million reasons.

City Living

I moved to the wonderful unremarkable city of Albany, NY about nine months ago. Before this I had pretty much always lived in small towns/villages. This is preferable for many reasons. Some people say that small towns are boring. They are, but they have a lot of advantages that the city doesn’t offer. And you can always live in town and drive to the city for entertainment. You cannot live in the city and get the small town pleasures.

Some things about living in the city annoy the crap out of me. Take today, for example. Tomorrow is garbage day, so everyone is dragging their trash to the curb as I type. (I was going to say as I speak, but I’m not speaking here so…)

What a Lady

I was at work the other day and we were looking at the workflow in the computer. It looked fairly light for that time of day and Matt, one of the pharmacists, remarked on that fact. Joe, one of my coworkers, said that maybe we’d get out on time for once. Matt said that it would be nice if that happened. My response? “Are you two kidding me? Typing is obviously behind and we’re going to get fucked over hardcore later.”