December 10th, 2003


New Year's resolution...

I decided a while back that I was ready to start looking for a new job, and today clinched it. Working for my company (which will go nameless) is like watching someone die of cancer, and I work for a supercilious, brown-nosing weasel (who will go nameless). All of my friends have been laid off, I hate the job that I've ended up in, the place is run by functional retards, and I'm tired of supporting the huge matrix of management that's been built above me, particularly when they're barely capable of making a sane decision.

At this point, I don't care if I end up working at the grocery store. I've got to get out of this place.
  • Current Music
    the gentle hum of the air conditioning unit in my hotel room