Friday July 01, 2005

Moving on

So it's been an entire work week since Stephanie (a.k.a. My Old Roomie) took off into the sunset and left me in Cleveland. We've been playing a lot of phone tag, but haven't managed to actually get in a conversation. From what my voice mail tells me, she's crazy busy with getting settled into her apartment. Hopefully one of these days she'll pencil me in and I can ask her questions live. Ooooh.

I've also been a little crazy busy myself, mostly with looking for a new job. Today I was told I have to take down pictures of my baby niece from the outside of my locker, lest anyone get offended by the unprofessional display. This is just one more thing to irritate me... the only reason I put up pictures of her in the first place is to make my work day a little less miserable. Now they took that away from me too.

What can I say... I hate my job. I spend my day frustrated and come home angry. I feel my face get flushed as my blood pressure rises. All of a sudden I have this road rage that popped up out of nowhere. Yesterday I screamed at a Toyota Corolla for cutting me off and came oh-so-close to unleashing the bird. What the heck is wrong with me?

I really don't know why I let my job affect me this way, and why I can't stop being angry with my coworkers. This hasn't really happened before. Sure, I've had jobs that sucked (child care provider, library pee-on, that one day as a Target cashier) but I always managed to stay relatively sane through all of the personality clashes and workplace politics. This time it's different... my job is sucking away every good thing in my life. And I hate it.

Right now I'm hitting up Monster.com, but I can't seem to find much that I'm qualified to do. It sucks not having a Master's degree, that's for darn sure. It sucks to be me.