Gritting my teeth and coming up with ways to add to my very weak savings account to get the hell out of here. Officially joining the world of weekend work if I can. How depressing.
I just received an email from a "friend"- sometimes I wish I had a journal instead- telling me all about how I was doing this job thing all wrong and how I am not owed anything. Keep your opinions on "the problem about our generation" to yourself... you think I am asking for a directors chair? I'm still stumped as to how I even got a job here at all!
I am trying to:
haha.
Update: a pay increase I may not be entitled to, yes, but when you're being offered 2.5% increase on a salary that has me living from pay-to-pay then it's only a little less exciting than a kick in the ribs. Even Paul is behind my evolution of employment and that's saying something!
Good. So now that's documented. Onwards and upwards.
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OLYMPICS ARE KILLING MY SLEEPING PATTERNS AND ADDING A LITTLE RAZZLE-DAZZLE TO MY LIFE. Amazing stuff but I really got to get some more zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's.
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