I can't help it. I can't bleeping well help that I hate my job. I remember when they asked "So, what's your interest in database marketing?" in the interview and my face went blank. HOW do you answer that question? "Um, minimal, thank you very much."
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Kay, feel better now.
Well, not really, but I'm going to fool myself. Fool myself into believing that my life isn't a pit. I just got an email from a friend who has a new album she's releasing and I had to steel myself against my overwhelming envy. Really ugly colour that envy. Baby-shit green with envy...that's me! But I can't help it...this is absurd. And the girl I work for doesn't seem to realise the inherent irony of giggly quoting "Office Space" and then being the Database Printing Gestapo. I want to cry. But I'll try not to.
shame on me.
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