12:00 PM 9/28/2005 (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 04:45 a.m.) Barely awake. Up for work again. Thermostat is broken, perfect start to a new day. No hot water. Have to tell landlord. Off to work after washing in the basin, and barely having enough hot water for a cup of coffee. Another day at that Godforsaken place. Must get up, it’s Thursday, almost the weekend. I live for lunchtimes and weekends. Hope that car doesn’t give me any problems this morning. Had the whole engine overhauled last week. She’s been good to me. Ten years is a long time. They don’t make them like they used to. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 07:30 a.m.) Barely made it to work. Yet another accident on the freeway. Who in their right minds does roadwork this time of the morning, obviously some not totally awake yet idiot might doze off behind his/her steering wheel, and crash into one of the so called “protective barriers”. A bit of irony there. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 08:30 a.m.) So many unhappy people at work. Walking around in zombie like phases. Of course everyone has their own unique reasons for working here. The all time favorite, jobs are scarce, can’t be fussy, have to make a living, get food on the table, have to work, work, work. Bosses’s favorite so called motivational speech “What, you’re unhappy here? I don’t pay you a decent salary? The hours are too long? Your workload is too heavy? You need a vacation? … Then leave … there are many unemployed people out there who’d give their right arms to be in your position. People are queuing to work at this establishment” My reason, suppose after eleven years at the same company, you kind of work yourself into a groove, after a while, hard to get out of it. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 10:00 a.m.) Teatime. Thank God. I know, I know. Said I wouldn’t smoke anymore. But the coffee tastes crap. Definitely my last one. I’ll just finish this packet and not buy another one again. Have seven left. E-mails are piling up; my damn printer is still not working. I’m positive that I know more about computers than our pc technician. Most of the time I fix my own problems, he’s hopeless as is. But this printer, I just can’t seem to find the problem. Probably something small, like a loose wire somewhere. Now, if I open this printer, that should keep me busy for a while, hey, I could even clean it a bit, who knows, maybe even take it apart, just to see if I could put it back together again. Lol, my boss would probably have a fit. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 12:00 a.m.) Printer is finally working again. Surprised myself. I’m getting really good at this. Boss didn’t look very impressed when he saw me taking the thing apart. Who cares. He can do me a favor and fire me. He ended up calling me to his office. There I was. All nervous. Hoping. Wishing. Could it be? Is this the day that I can finally speak my mind and really tell him what I think of him after he fires me? No such luck. He was having problems with Outlook Express. Couldn’t open his e-mails. Pc is ancient anyway. He should be using a chisel to write his messages on a stone tablet, would get there faster than this piece of junk. Great. I should be getting the damn pc guy’s paycheck. Only reason he’s here is because he’s the boss’s nephew anyway. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 01:00 p.m.) Note to self. Remember to buy milk and bread, chips, TV guide, change oil filter of car, and buy packet of ciggies. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 02:00 p.m.) Finally got those files I’ve been waiting for. Do I have to do everything around here myself? I mean please. It’s bad enough that she doesn’t know how to e-mail, and it took her three days to write this thing, three pages … three pages! If you’re paid a salary, and it’s your job to type as well as update sales figures, how difficult is it to check for spelling mistakes. That’s what Spell checker is for. Hello. Get with the program. She’s supposed to be some high profile PA with a masters degree in who cares, but the woman can’t even spell, I’m halve way through the first page of the documents, and I’ve found thirteen mistakes so far. Thirteen. Does anyone still have any pride in their work? Am I the only freak who cares that my grammar as well as spelling is right before sending something to whomever? (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 05:00 p.m.) Finally. Thought this day would never end. Boss wanted to know if we could work over time tonight. What? Overtime. I almost burst out laughing. Here I am. Dragging myself through the day. And he wants me to sacrifice my time to richen him … I DON’T THINK SO BUDDY. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 06:00 p.m.) Home sweet home. My refuge, from the insane people, who all rush to reach their destinations. Bought more than what I was supposed to at the corner café. Not that hungry. Don’t feel like cooking either. I’ll just make toasted whatever. All I need now is a nice, warm, relaxing bath. Aw man, can’t depend on anyone around here. Thermostat is still broken. Landlord was supposed to have it fixed today. Gave me some long soppy story about … oh I don’t know … wasn’t really listening … something about his fish drowning I think. (Sept. 08th, 2005 Thursday - 10:00 p.m.) Sleep … what utter bliss. So I couldn’t have that bath I really needed. Tomorrow … another day … Friday … almost the weekend … yeah … goodnight cruel world 12:00 PM 9/28/2005