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Sep. 22nd, 2002 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onemuseleftI hate crying like a girl. Hate it. I feel stupid and useless and... and... fluffy like cotton candy which always makes me nauseous.
And I'm starting to honestly hate my job. I always said that as much as I hated the work, I liked my coworkers enough that it was worth it, but not lately. Carl's trying to leave, and Dickie's quit, John's leaving on the 5th. Sam's long gone. Carol and Alvin are the only ones left, it seems like, and I almost never work with either one of them. Where's my mtivation to stay?
Oh, yeah. The money. I actually make pretty good money. But I don't think it's going to be good enough for me to put up with this if it continues.
And I'm starting to honestly hate my job. I always said that as much as I hated the work, I liked my coworkers enough that it was worth it, but not lately. Carl's trying to leave, and Dickie's quit, John's leaving on the 5th. Sam's long gone. Carol and Alvin are the only ones left, it seems like, and I almost never work with either one of them. Where's my mtivation to stay?
Oh, yeah. The money. I actually make pretty good money. But I don't think it's going to be good enough for me to put up with this if it continues.
