I had an interview today with Tews. I interviewed with them a few months ago but I royally fucked it up. When asked “What would your co-workers say about you” I replied ” They would say that I’m moody.” Brilliant, no? So, this time I my intelligent reply was “They would say I can get a little scatterbrained, that I take on too much. So, to combat that I carry around a pad of paper and take notes. I plan out my day.” Okay, so it wasn’t fucking Shakespeare, but it was the best I could come up with prior to caffiene and food. I was running on empty after riding through the frigid morning on Maru in a fucking short skirt. But, she seemed to dig that answer. Susan, the lady I interviewed with today, was alot more engaged in the interview process. She seemed to be genuinely interested in where I wanted to go. Then again, she was a recruiter. But hopefully I will have a new job soon…hopefully.

All in all that is all I really want. I am exhausted by the mere thought of putting up with more shit from my bosses. All I want, besides decent pay and insurance, is human decency. I don’t get that there. I am not spoken to unless someone is barking an order in my general direction. There is no genuine gratitude for what I do, so I fall into the rut of doing less and less. If I don’t get a simple “Thank you,” then why should I bust my ass. A paycheck is not the only motivation to do good work. As a matter of fact, in my opinion, that is the least motivating thing for me. I want to be part of a team that works together and respects what everyone brings to the table. They want a silent lackey, a yes-man, and I just can’t do that.

I have actually considered going back to retail, if that gives you any idea as to how I feel.

Class: Tonight was good. Leslie Laws makes me want to be a better person, not just a better writer. I don’t know how I feel about my fellow classmates. I don’t feel as comfortable in this class as I did in my Expository writing class, then again, I don’t have Loria and Ashley in a workshop group. They were fantastic to work with. I didn’t feel embarassed if I cried. They got my sarcastic sense of humor and knew that any criticisms I made were made with the utmost respect for their craft. I miss that. I should call them. Think I will do that now.

Fuck that. I will e-mail them tomorrow. The bed is calling me……….