November 8, 1999

My apologies for updating so late. I was incredibly busy at work today, and then tonight when I got home I had an attack of the Uber-Cramps.

Hey, you men out there. Yeah, you. I'm talking to you now. The ones who mock chicks and tell them they must be ragging it whenever they cop a tude with your hairy selves. You. Listen up.

I would like you to imagine a vise-grip slowly tightening on one of your internal organs, getting tighter and tighter, bit by bit, until.. whew, it lets go! I think! oh wait, it's back... argh argh argh pain pain pain pain, oh wait it's going away, I think, AAAAH NO it's NOT, it's back! and now it's twisting! ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow stop it stop it stop it stop it ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow, oh wait.. now it's definitely going away. Oh yeah. Oh #*($, no it's not, ow ow ow, O Lord kill me now to release me from this pain..

And at the same time this is going on, you feel nauseated and you get cold sweats, AND you're still expected to be doing your job or whatever you do, because you're not REALLY sick, YOU just have CRAMPS, silly whiner!

Anyway, I popped three Extra Strength Tylenol, and I'm starting to feel better.

I'm starting to think my job isn't exactly right for me. Basically, I wind up inputting (I HATE the word "inputting"; unfortunately, it's what I do) other people's changes into our documents. When I hired on, I expected to do proofreading and minor editing, but my job has sort of morphed more into "tech support and inputting". I'm not incredibly happy about this. I feel like I'm not using my creative talents; instead I'm just sitting in front of a computer screen doing other people's work for hours on end.

Keith and I talked about it tonight, and if he gets a job that pays well enough, I think I'm going to quit my job and be a substitute teacher. Or something else, at any rate. I'm just not particularly pleased with my 9-5 office job right now. It's not that I hate every second of my day. There are a lot of perks to my job; the pay is good, I dress casually, I never have to interact with the public, and I get a lot of time to surf and work on my web page. But I don't think I want to stay in this job for very long. I certainly don't see myself still being there in a year's time.

I'm going to wrap up, because the cramps are coming back and I want to curl into a fetal ball and cover myself with blankets for awhile. I'll write more tomorrow, I promise.

Oh, and go see Being John Malkovich.

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