It is seven forty two in the fucking am and I am awake. Drinking tea, smoking cigarettes. Wanting to go back to bed. I did make it to bed by midnight, or shortly thereafter. But, sleep was not necessarily forthcoming.
I don't want to do this. I think I have grown increasingly unsocialised to the point of not wanting to be among a large group of strangers, ie. this office I'm driving to.
Isn't there some kind of 'work from home' scheme which doesn't involve scams or phone sex and will pay me lots of money?
*sighs*
Oh, just shut up Tara. Get your fucking shoes on and finish your tea.
I don't want to do this. I think I have grown increasingly unsocialised to the point of not wanting to be among a large group of strangers, ie. this office I'm driving to.
Isn't there some kind of 'work from home' scheme which doesn't involve scams or phone sex and will pay me lots of money?
*sighs*
Oh, just shut up Tara. Get your fucking shoes on and finish your tea.
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Date: 2002-11-04 06:11 am (UTC)When I first started working in a large office environment... it fucking freaked me the fuck out. I didn't think I could handle the endless lines of raving retards, who weren't exactly raving retards, mind you, but I simply considered them as such...
I think I am doing tolerably well, I dunno. blah.
Anyhoo. Good luck. :)