Why I Hate My Job*

Nobody cares. No one really gives a shit about what we do (unless we do it wrong, then everyone has something to say).

We have neither the time nor the resources to do a good job, so we do an okay job, most times. Pretty darn okay, considering what we have to work with, of course.

All that's required of us is adequacy; that's not much incentive. When you do a good job, no one really cares. If you do a shitty job, no one cares much then, either.

 It's demoralizing and depressing to waste time and effort just so someone can have a product they can point to when the time comes. 'Look, we've got this!'

Okay, I'm an appreciation whore, so sue me.






*I don't *hate* my job, of course, that's just the frustration talking.

 It's certainly not the *worst* thing I could be doing. In the great grand scheme of things it's not all that bad. But 'why I hate my job' sounds sexier than 'why my job is frustrating me right now.' See?

Then Why Do I *Feel* So Old?

You Are a Newborn Soul

You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance. On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others. You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative. Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you. Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter. You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything. You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships. Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily. Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Song Lyric of the Day

Did you know that I'm looking at you now/
With a daisy in my head/
Roses in my hand/
And broken rhythms in disrepair?

-- "Love is Here," Luscious Jackson

Dirty Vegas

Did I ever tell you about the time I almost moved to Las Vegas? No? Well, here goes...

A few months ago, the DH applied to a job in Vegas on a whim. I didn't think much of it; he may as well have applied for a job on the moon. Plus, he never hesitates to complain about the heat here; he'd literally burst into flames in the desert.

Fast forward a few months, to this past June. He got a call out of the blue from the Vegas people and they set up a phone interview. Interview day came and went; he didn't think he did that well. Though he had the degree, he didn't really have the experience. Oh well, chalk it up to the one that got away.

A couple of weeks later, they called him back. Would he like to fly up to Vegas at their expense for interview no. 2? Oh snap, we might be moving to Las Vegas!

Who in their right mind lives in Las Vegas? Do I want to live in Las Vegas? What are we gonna do about the house? What the heck am I going to do in the desert?

At first, I was kind of resistant. I've been to Vegas (the DH hadn't). It's fun in a yeah-but-I-wouldn't-wanna-live-there kind of way.

The idea was starting to grow on me, though. It seems like it would take a certain type of person to survive and thrive there, and I wanted to see if I have what it takes. Kind of like the allure of living in New York City, I suppose.

Anyway, just as I was really starting to think of the logistics of moving to Nevada, the DH got the call. He didn't get the job. Close, but no cigar.

Now, I'm dropped back in my (somewhat) miserable and (quite) boring life with a thud. What am I going to do about grad school (at this rate, I'll be finished shortly before doomsday)? What am I going to do about my crappy, low-paying and dead-end (yep, I've hit the trifecta) job and virtually vegetative career? Not to mention my non-existent social life.

Nope, no exotic opportunities to travel to far off destinations are going to fall in my lap, it seems. If I want some changes in my life, I'm going to have to make them myself.

Yeah, exactly. It sucks. Well, there's always the lottery...

Things Change

It may sound crazy, considering it's about 103 degrees right now, but I can tell fall is on its way.

I've been noticing that the days are getting shorter all the time. And this morning, when I took the dog for a walk, there was an honest-to-God cool breeze!

Just think, soon I'll be able to complain about the cold and it getting dark too early.

At least *some* things stay the same!

He was *Always* My Favorite!

When in doubt, publish a quiz!

You Are Rowlf the Dog

Mellow and serious, you enjoy time alone cultivating your talents. You're a cool dog, and you always present a relaxed vibe. A talented pianist, you can play almost anything - especially songs by Beethoven. "My bark is worse than my bite, and my piano playing beats 'em both."

The Muppet Personality Test

Blog Apologies

I'll admit, I haven't been a very good blogger lately.

While that's nothing really new for me, this time it's not from lack of things to write about (for a change!). I just haven't really been in the mood, if ya know what I mean.

Oh, well. Maybe later...

Happy Birthday to Me!

I'm 33 today. I'm doubling down.

What to Do When You are Having an MRI

Lie there (or is it lay?)
Pretend you are a World War II fighter pilot, getting strafed by the bad guys.
Pretend you are in a game of "Space Invaders."
Wish that it wasn't so cold.
Wish that it wasn't so loud.
Wonder what the machine is doing.
Wonder what the picture looks like.
Think how nice it would be to move your head.
Try not to move your head.
Wonder what would happen if you moved your head.
Wonder how much this is going to cost.
Try to ignore the pain in your arm.
Try to ignore the pain in your head.
Wish you were in a more comfortable position.
Try deep breathing exercises; give up.
Try to think about what you'd do if you win the lottery; give up.
Try to sleep; give up.
Lie there.
Be glad you're not claustrophobic.
Wonder what would happen if you pushed the panic button.
Wonder what will happen if this thing in your head hasn't gotten smaller.
Wonder what will happen if the thing in you head has gotten bigger.
Think that it's not as bad as last time.
Think the attendants were nicer last time.
Wish you didn't have to drive home.
Wish you didn't have to be by yourself.
Wonder if you're going to have to do this again and again, for the rest of your life.
Be glad it's over.

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