Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 16:47:19 -0500

I've started to spend Sunday night curled up crying because I hate working in general and this job in particular. Something about the combination of mandatory overtime (4 months and no end in sight) when I already resent the amount of my life drained away into work. Something about watching executive management make boneheaded decisions that everyone I know agrees are counterproductive. The low pay, high turnover (one of the most essential employees in our division - one of the few that I'd suspect of ever opening any kind of book for fun - just quit and I'm always looking for a better job), and the fact that our temp agency seems to be fucking us over don't help, either.

In the middle of something the newspapers are calling a recession, the company I work for is desperately hiring anyone who can breathe and type.

I like security. I don't need too many things, but I do have to pay rent.

What ever happened to visions of the future - what life will be like in 2001! - that had 20 hour work weeks? Did everything go into paying people to find ways to sell cheddar cheese that's already cut into cubes and Swiffers? Or into convincing people that they wanted to buy? Am I the only person I know who has a private and internal life that doesn't center around watching TV and reading simple magazines and buying the things they show there?

How did theHaymarket riots start, again? How long ago?

Those are all rhetorical questions, and badly done.

Excuse me, I need to go whimper in private now.

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