Say what you will about my lame post title. Head Desk! best summarizes my feelings at the moment. I took an oath to never talk about you-know-what but I am always fuming and scrawling furious journal entries over you-know-what. Since I ran out of journal space something’s gotta give. I feel a special camraderie with Memory and Renay who have posted about this most vile of topics. I will be extremely vague and write in circles—much like the special circle of hell I’ve toiled in for much of my after college years. Quite recently, I came to the realization that you-know-what is the reason why I like books more than people. I’m not a curmudgeon by any means. I like people in general. If I met you in real life, I’d probably like you. It’s rude/crazy people I don’t like. People who say stupid things like:
Crazy Lady: “I couldn’t complain because you didn’t call me. I was waiting by the phone for an entire year for YOU to call me so I can complain.”
Me (closes eyes and counts to ten): “Why didn’t you call us?”
Crazy Lady: “Because I’m not one to complain…”
Eff my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, that’s how I kick off the majority of my journal entires.
Readers! Help! Tell me about your day jobs: do you love it or hate it? If you love it, teach me how to get it!