It's sobering.
I know it's not the world's fault, or my supervisor's fault. It's not his fault that I am his pal/person to smoke with/order taking pet employee.
It's not the worlds fault that he gets more pleasure having me around than I do having him around.Often, he will invite me for drinks across the street because he wants someone to drink and smoke with before he meets his friends for dinner. It's like I am some sort of place holder. Something about that irks me.
It's mine, right? Can I still complain?
ANYWAY.
It's so quiet here so I did a search (googled) for Pandora radio and typed in paradox instead. OMG, what does that meeeeeean?
It is a beautiful word.
The paradox is......let's see if I can make this fit.
oh...,I started to make a list of positive things to say about this job and about having a paycheck and about life in general and it was soooo gross!!! I had to delete it.
I mean, duh, I do have positive thoughts. And duh, my life is awesome. And duh, I am super lucky and people like me.
But this is NOT the place to vent out all the rad things about being alive.
Like many things, those goes without saying.
This is a place to vent about my crisis which occurs 5 days a week between the hours of 8:45 and 5:15.
Here is a picture of me and my friend on cinco de mayo.(who shall remain anonymous because this is all anonymous).
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