My job is a life sucking pool of despair, I can't help but feel violated as I enter the doors each morning. I feel the full rapture of realization as I leave that friggin lifeless building every day. Each day I die, and I am reborn again as I attempt to pretend I enjoy my job, or that I like people. I have learned hate, I have learned to despise those who seem unwilling to learn for themselves or attempt some semblence to help themselves. I can't help but feel, that if I was to die, nobody would notice or care. And if they did its because I added humor to their otherwise mundane and pointless existance. GAWD I HATE MY JOB!

But on the bright side I'm getting off soon and I might actually get some sleep. YaY sleep!!! I can't wait, I think I'm just trying too hard lately, today, no energy, no will to animate my limbs for anything other than hitting the mute button so I can whine about how dumb my customer is. If not I'm waiting for my computer to come up and get ansey as the customer gets irritable, which in turn irritates me. Yeah I need sleep, my eyes are bleary, I can't hold my head up, help me, help me!!!!!

Oh yeah I'm almost off!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!