Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I just don't feel like it.

I don't want to waste anyone else's time anymore. I don't want to talk about hating my job if I don't take the steps to leave it. I don't want other people to encourage me to write a book or write a story if I'm not going to do it. I don't want other people to be all "GO BENJIE!" when that's not the attitude that I seem to adopt ever.

I don't feel like this is going anywhere. And that doesn't STILL bug me enough to actually do anything about it.

Bob, my former supervisor, bet me today that I'll probably get fired from my job before I quit it.

It's 8 p.m. I'm still at my desk. I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm not even supposed to be here.

I have Christmas shopping to do.

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