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Last night was okay. Most co-workers showed up to Val's party, so I'm sorry I missed it. However, it was pretty funny watching Roberta get drunk and slap guys on the ass. Hee, hee!
We went to a club downtown and, at first, I did not recognize it. Then, in a flash, it came back to me: it used to be Acapulco Sam's, a favorite haunt of mine TEN YEARS AGO. Argh. I'm old and stuff. Hmpfh. It used to be a nice place. Now, it's filled with silicone and smells faintly like vomit. Ick. I'm too old to go clubbing. I know the other girls felt the same way, but since it was Roberta's birthday, we played nice and went along.
I got about 4 hours of sleep before going in for a 14-hour day. That sucked. Verily.
My job requires great attention to detail. And I am not what you would call an organized person. I can handle the employee end of things and managing workflow is a hit or miss, depending on our manpower and/or machinery. But the details...I definitely need to work on that. I forget little stuff. I take notes and then lose them. I can't stand it. Not only that, but my inherent hate of that place make my enthusiasm and desire to improve next to nil. I *don't* have the energy or the will to do better because I LOATHE that place. So, I'm just kinda chugging along, trying when I feel like it and coasting when I can't deal. I think both the company and I deserve better than that.
The problem lies in finding direction. I have none. Every career I have ever tried has ended in bitter disappointment. If I could just find something I want to do, rather than stuff I can just stand doing. I'm at a loss. I know freedom is the end all be all, but sometimes I just wish someone would tell me what to do. Or give me a roadmap. Flying blind does not suit me like it used to. And I'm tired of jumping out of the frying pan only to land in the spilt milk.
Okay, I'm tired of talking about this shite.
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We went to a club downtown and, at first, I did not recognize it. Then, in a flash, it came back to me: it used to be Acapulco Sam's, a favorite haunt of mine TEN YEARS AGO. Argh. I'm old and stuff. Hmpfh. It used to be a nice place. Now, it's filled with silicone and smells faintly like vomit. Ick. I'm too old to go clubbing. I know the other girls felt the same way, but since it was Roberta's birthday, we played nice and went along.
I got about 4 hours of sleep before going in for a 14-hour day. That sucked. Verily.
My job requires great attention to detail. And I am not what you would call an organized person. I can handle the employee end of things and managing workflow is a hit or miss, depending on our manpower and/or machinery. But the details...I definitely need to work on that. I forget little stuff. I take notes and then lose them. I can't stand it. Not only that, but my inherent hate of that place make my enthusiasm and desire to improve next to nil. I *don't* have the energy or the will to do better because I LOATHE that place. So, I'm just kinda chugging along, trying when I feel like it and coasting when I can't deal. I think both the company and I deserve better than that.
The problem lies in finding direction. I have none. Every career I have ever tried has ended in bitter disappointment. If I could just find something I want to do, rather than stuff I can just stand doing. I'm at a loss. I know freedom is the end all be all, but sometimes I just wish someone would tell me what to do. Or give me a roadmap. Flying blind does not suit me like it used to. And I'm tired of jumping out of the frying pan only to land in the spilt milk.
Okay, I'm tired of talking about this shite.
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