it’s five p.m. somewhere
“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.” – Drew Carey
‘Nough said. See you by the bar…
But seriously, I’m getting into the “I don’t like my job” mood. It’s not that my job is bad. I’ve certainly hated other jobs with more passion than now. Perhaps it’s just my general malaise. Who knows. I know it’s a good job and I have good perks and working conditions and salary. But I’ve been here for 6 years. The slow transition back to my ‘old’ job is not really happening as fast, if it’s happening at all. I’m still kinda just plugging away the days. Getting my shit done, but staying under the radar. Not a terrible thing, but just a bit boring. I should be thankful that I have a job in this job market. And I am. If I really thought about it, I’d wonder what the hell my issue is. But, like I said, I think it’s more a symptom of my feelings of blah.
Anyhoo, I am going to a wine and cheese of the Iberian Peninsula class tonight, given by Artisanal. If you need me, I’ll be busy stuffing as much wine and cheese down my gullet as I possibly can in two hours. I’ll be looking to break records, so I suppose I should look up those records before I go.
Afterwards I’ll be going home to see if I can salvage the piece of crapola that is my laptop. It has decided to act like a little bitch and not start up past the log in stage, so I may have to throw it out the window and replace it with a brand new, shiny MacBook pro. Me likey shiny.