2005-02-02 11:54:53 ET|
Puxatawny Phil saw his shadow, as usual, so I guess we're in for 6 more weeks of blahdom.
And this time of the year really is a blah time. February is simultaneuosly the longest and shortest month of the year. Also the greyest.
Okay, I know I'm speaking from a Canadian's viewpoint, but I think it holds true in most places.
Anyhow. Can't keep my mind on work, which means every shot, no matter how simple it's supposed to be, ends up with me banging my head against the wall and my boss getting frustrated with me and probably thinking that he's wasting his time teaching me anything. I'd tell him what's up in my world so he might understand where I'm coming from, but he's certainly not the most approachable individual. He once said to me:
"You're not here to make friends, you're here to do a job."
Gee, thanks. I guess my chosen career, which is supposed to be something I love to do, is more like a prison sentence? Hmm...
I spend most of my days wishing vile things upon him.
Other than that, things are looking to be more of struggle than before. Hopefully we'll make it through.
A glass of 18 year old whiskey would be quite welcome right about now.