||[Nov. 12th, 2009|10:22 pm]
I really despise one of my jobs. Didn't think I could feel so crappy about a stupid job. My boss has lost his passion for his business, and that, in turn, has made for a stale and unpleasant environment at work. It doesn't help we are particularly dead in terms of business, and I spend too much time doing nothing. That is not the sort of worker I am.
And I really dislike my current living arrangements. I feel bad because I feel like I don't clean enough. And I don't even have anything to say/talk about with one of the other people I live with. That kind of bums me out.
I have a fucking roof over my head; for free too. We are not in poverty; we aren't starving - we can buy food when its needed.
I have two jobs. Which is more then some people can say in this current economic climate.
But I feel fucking miserable.
I know it isn't forever, but I just can't snap out of it.