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Posted on | January 26, 2004 | No Comments

I skipped work today. I felt like poop, and I didn’t want to sit at a job that required me to feel like shit for 9 hours a day. There is something undeniably horrid about working there. I can’t give you specifics, because in writing, it looks fine. I think it’s the way I am treated that makes me physically ill. I have not been “asked” to do anything, rather, orders are barked at me as I answer the phone. If I’m not there, then apparently all hell breaks loose. Tomorrow, when I stroll through the door I am going to get “Well, Erica, I had to answer the phones yesterday and I was swamped.” Not a query as to my state of fitness nor to how my health is at that moment. And apparently I am supposed to be grateful for this shithole job. Keep in mind I haven’t gotten a raise in 2 years, I don’t get paid sick time, nor do I get vacation time or health benifits (they are too expensive, but that’s another story that goes along with the intense favoritism there). So what keeps me there? Fear. I have been interviewing, putting my resume beneathe every pair of eyes I can, but I haven’t jumped back into the world of serving because I don’t want a repeat performance of Sam Snead’s (terrible place to work unless you are a shit-eating ass-kisser).

The weekend was enjoyable. Thankfully the school check arrived. David had to buy art supplies, so the pretty numbers that were in the bank are not there anymore. And when I get Maru fixed, well it is going to go down even more. There are a few things that need to be paid off, tickets for June to purchase, and other random necessities that will eat away. But damn, it sure is a pretty number when you first put it in.
Saturday was happiness with David and Talia. David came over intending to help me with some web work. Wine, as usual, totally fucked that process and we ended up eating dinner, playing with my Eye-toy, and drinking more than any human should be allowed. Chris came over later, and fun was had by all till the wee hours of the morn. My David got uber-trashed, and I put him to bed. He thought I was trying to kill him because I was trying to make him take Pepto. I agree, the stuff is vile, but he’s a funny fucker when inebriated.
Sunday was spent lamenting life. I hate Sundays. There was a Yab Yum reunion I missed, but some things are better left in the past.
This weeks goals: Run 3 nights, weights 4 mornings, get my resume out there to more people, apply for serving positions, and look for a new place to live.

I should call some people too. So Shana, Kim, Ashley, Loria, Jess, Hannah, Swinger (shit I forgot my jacket….damn!!) and the rest of you – I love you all and I suck for not calling. I’m fired.

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