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OK, I'm going to write this entry as quickly as possible to avoid wasting time trying to articulate my thoughts.
Today was my boss' final day, meaning that starting tomorrow I'll be working with someone else for the remainder of my career with the Harris corporation. I can't decide if my new boss doesn't like me, thinks I don't like him, or is just generally antisocial. In any case, much awkwardness will ensue. The guy in the cube across from me also quit today, which sucks since he's probably the only person at the company who's as big if not a bigger dork than me. This guy actually owns a bootleg of the Clone Wars cartoons that he picked up at a convention.
I might be coming down with something, or slowly getting over it, it's hard to tell. I had a slightly sore throat on Monday and early Tuesday, but last night and tonight I have been just drained. I can't find the energy to do anything, even eat. I had a sandwich at 8, not because I was hungry, but because I thought it was the healthy thing to do after not eating for seven hours. The fatigue has worn off a little, but I head is still swimming slightly.
After doing my taxes and cleaning up a substantial amount of clutter, my pathological hate of bills has reached a new high. I'm absolutely, positively sick of this mountain of paper the corporate world in burying me in. I don't want to sign anything, fill out this form, check this box, lick stamps, open envelopes, or any other bullcrap. I'm sick of the damn loan company that always sends me two letters to say essentially the same thing. I'm sick of these damn credit card companies packing all these useless advertisements into every statement I receive from them. I'm sick of throwing away every extra envelope that comes with each bill. Argh.
No body parts were damaged in the typing of this message, although my nostrils flared a couple of times.
Today was my boss' final day, meaning that starting tomorrow I'll be working with someone else for the remainder of my career with the Harris corporation. I can't decide if my new boss doesn't like me, thinks I don't like him, or is just generally antisocial. In any case, much awkwardness will ensue. The guy in the cube across from me also quit today, which sucks since he's probably the only person at the company who's as big if not a bigger dork than me. This guy actually owns a bootleg of the Clone Wars cartoons that he picked up at a convention.
I might be coming down with something, or slowly getting over it, it's hard to tell. I had a slightly sore throat on Monday and early Tuesday, but last night and tonight I have been just drained. I can't find the energy to do anything, even eat. I had a sandwich at 8, not because I was hungry, but because I thought it was the healthy thing to do after not eating for seven hours. The fatigue has worn off a little, but I head is still swimming slightly.
After doing my taxes and cleaning up a substantial amount of clutter, my pathological hate of bills has reached a new high. I'm absolutely, positively sick of this mountain of paper the corporate world in burying me in. I don't want to sign anything, fill out this form, check this box, lick stamps, open envelopes, or any other bullcrap. I'm sick of the damn loan company that always sends me two letters to say essentially the same thing. I'm sick of these damn credit card companies packing all these useless advertisements into every statement I receive from them. I'm sick of throwing away every extra envelope that comes with each bill. Argh.
No body parts were damaged in the typing of this message, although my nostrils flared a couple of times.

