Days like this

It's days like this when I wonder why I even got out of bed in the first place. I came into work and who was here? No one that's who. Even now, people (faculty and staff) will only be here until 12:00 and then we will be alone. There are workers outside hammering, screaming, and machineing ( I know it's not a word) and I've had a headache for days now. And when I say outside, I don't mean out doors I mean right outside our office door, which we have to leave open cause "the Man" says so. And all summer the ceiling has been gone, someone took it out to fix it and never came back until just now, so we have had a definate Haunted Mansion (from Disney World) motif with crazy lights that were strung down the hall for a minimal amount of light. Seymore and I just want to go home, curl up with our men and watch a movie, we were thinking School of Rock.... maybe take a nap, you know just take time for a summer. I'm gonna be burned out before school even starts....

And as Seym0re and I sit here, wasting away in starvation (we're poor so we're just gonna starve) and boredom, we can't help but wonder if this is all we will amount to. Is this all there is at life at this job? The answer: YES. But I guess I can't complain, or at least shouldn't at least I have a job right? It's days like this I wonder about my sanity. Especially when I find myself staring at our office pet Maynard the fish swimming around and around in circles, because he usually doesn't move. I can't wait until this weekend...even if it's boring and stale and we don't do anything but sleep the day away..... It sounds luxurious.

And to top it all off, I think my spell check button has a defect. So I am realizing that all of my thoughts have spelling errors. "What a dummy!" People must think.... I bet some of you are thinking that right now.... It's ok.

It's days like this that I wish I was back on the Honeymoon which we spent in Clearwater, FL. Laying on the beach, soaking up the sun, and swimming with manatees. I'll get some pictures up when I develope them... if that ever happens. Where we didn't have to worry about anything but having fun and being new married. Where my biggest worry was whether or not my breath smelled ok, of if I looked cute. What I would give to go back, just for another week, that's all!!!

It's days like this when I seriously wonder why I don't quit my job. At least the banging stopped, for now.

It's also days like this when I remember all the good things I have, like Irish, and I remember why I am working hard, even if I pretty much hate my job. Only one more year and then I'm out of here....