Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Empty. Totally bereft. Nothing left. You know that sucking noise you hear when a kid sucks on a straw for an empty cup? yeah, that's me.
Empty of what? Patience. Emotion. Zest for work. A fellow co-worker killed the zest for work on Monday. No emotion to it afterwards, either. Just....criticism on how I'm doing my job, delivered like a bullet to the forehead, execution-style.
I'm dreading heading into the office tomorrow. Hate the idea. However, with the amount of work to do...it's unavoidable. It's like heading into the dentists for a root canal. Or, at least I imagine it would be. The dentist and I... we had a falling out a few years ago. Some words were said that couldn't be taken back and, well... they say that the best revenge is to live well. And so I am.
(Pithy bastard. I'll show him who flosses and who doesn't.)
So why do I stay in a job that I hate, loathe and despise? Because it isn't so much the job...it's just a small part of it. A small part that will be over soon. And then baseball will start, and I'll have a distraction. The job itself is just fine. AND I kinda wanna succeed at this DESPITE the co-worker mentioned previously.
I know, I know. Quit my bitching. Consider it done.
The wife had an interview downtown at the HHH Metrodome. (Same people who employ me on a part time basis. ) I accompanied her to the interview, and we took the 2 younger ones with us. Things went well at the interviw,and we're supposed to hear back on Thursday or Friday if she gets the job. Meanwhile, it was hard going when it came time to leave. Seems as though Anna (the 3 year old) thought we were going to a Twins game. And she wasn't going to leave until she got to see one. She wanted a hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and relish, and sit by the people, and watch the boys play baseball.
Lstening to her scream in the car on the way home was no fun, but it did help to know that she enjoyed baseball enough to throw a fit over it. Heartwarming or heartbreaking; you make the call.
It is late. I have a long day to trudge through tomorrow. I'll give you a huge update tomorrow. Talk to you then.
Empty of what? Patience. Emotion. Zest for work. A fellow co-worker killed the zest for work on Monday. No emotion to it afterwards, either. Just....criticism on how I'm doing my job, delivered like a bullet to the forehead, execution-style.
I'm dreading heading into the office tomorrow. Hate the idea. However, with the amount of work to do...it's unavoidable. It's like heading into the dentists for a root canal. Or, at least I imagine it would be. The dentist and I... we had a falling out a few years ago. Some words were said that couldn't be taken back and, well... they say that the best revenge is to live well. And so I am.
(Pithy bastard. I'll show him who flosses and who doesn't.)
So why do I stay in a job that I hate, loathe and despise? Because it isn't so much the job...it's just a small part of it. A small part that will be over soon. And then baseball will start, and I'll have a distraction. The job itself is just fine. AND I kinda wanna succeed at this DESPITE the co-worker mentioned previously.
I know, I know. Quit my bitching. Consider it done.
The wife had an interview downtown at the HHH Metrodome. (Same people who employ me on a part time basis. ) I accompanied her to the interview, and we took the 2 younger ones with us. Things went well at the interviw,and we're supposed to hear back on Thursday or Friday if she gets the job. Meanwhile, it was hard going when it came time to leave. Seems as though Anna (the 3 year old) thought we were going to a Twins game. And she wasn't going to leave until she got to see one. She wanted a hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and relish, and sit by the people, and watch the boys play baseball.
Lstening to her scream in the car on the way home was no fun, but it did help to know that she enjoyed baseball enough to throw a fit over it. Heartwarming or heartbreaking; you make the call.
It is late. I have a long day to trudge through tomorrow. I'll give you a huge update tomorrow. Talk to you then.
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