I just work 11 day this pay period.

I clocked 80 full hours, and almost 14 hours of overtime.

And somehow, I am not satisfied.

Maybe its because I had to deal with a massive estrogen storm on Saturday. One said the wrong thing (or simply in the wrong tone,) and I had to deal with three women practically at each others throats for the rest of the night. And it doesn't help that I am anti-confrontational. I wanted to sit back and just let it run its coarse, but I ended up being dragged into it.

Then today I had a bummer start to my day cause I broke my 7-11 Iced Coffee cup, then got a breakfast sandwich with no meat on it. Then I had to deal with the delivery driver that is rather annoying. He bitches about the fact that he's not out on the road at a specific time. Well with him bitching, that slows me down and only gets him out later.

I'm just getting tired of my job. Actually, its more bored than tired. The money pays alright. And now that I don't have a car loan to sap away from my bank, I might be able to actually start putting some money side for a rainy day.

Whatever. It's 1:30 and my computer is lagging because the anti-virus is starting to take all the RAM.

- C. R. Ingtail