Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

I've already checked out.

I'm sitting here thinking "why in God's name am i here right now?" I have so checked out of this job it's not even funny. I mean, i haven't been fired yet, but it's become so painfully obvious that my services are no longer wanted, that i've just checked the hell out of here. I'm still working for my customers, but as for the people around me and my "boss", i'm totally gone and they've started to notice. Yesterday i got "what's wrong? you're not your usual happy self" and "you're not laughing anymore Annie, what's going on?" You know, getting fired 3 months in advance tends to do that to a person, no? So i'm supposed to sit here, grin and bare it until they let me go. uh huh. I'm just so fed up of being treated like cattle, moo mother fuckers, moo. Actually, it's more like horses. Jimmy made that analogy yesterday and i totally agree. They run us until we have no other choice but to go on STD (short term disability), and then wonder why attendance is so bad. Obviously my company is being run by a couple of monkeys with type-writers, or something equally retarded. I just don't care anymore. My team manager keeps scheduling these stupid meetings where she sits there and tells me how inadequate i am and i just don't care. Do you think if I suddenly pretended to be blind she'd buy it? I think it's worth a try.

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