Isle of Remote

Sorry I’ve not posted in a while. I’ve been really busy what with rolling a large rock up a hill everyday and having my liver pecked out by birds. Okay, maybe not that bad, but it seems like it. I’ve been working on this one project for work that could have totally been made easier, but what do I know, I’m just the stupid, little assistant.

I’ve been correcting this majorly long list for the past three weeks so that one-fifth of the work I’ve done can be eliminated. I’ve brought up three separate times that this list could be weeded through first then I should spend the time to update date it cuz it makes no sense to update it if it ain’t gonna be used. But I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m so not in the mood for pompous folks today.

I’m so happy it’s Friday I could just strip naked and run through the parking lot right now. Hmmm. If I actually do that, maybe I’ll be sent home early…..worth a thought.

I’m too exhausted to actually take lunch. I’m sitting at my desk and blogging. If that’s not someone’s definition of pathetic, I don’t know what is. I actually feel pathetic, too. I seem to be really tired lately.

Everyone is leaving my job. Rats leaving a sinking ship? I’m trying to decide if I want to stay or not. If I choose to stay it could be just me and guy who gave me the rock. If I leave, I could end up with a crappy bunch of people. But I’ve had the feeling for a long time now that I should just wait until March and then make my decisions. I thought it was about buying a house, but maybe it’s everything. Wait to decide about my job, wait to decide about moving, wait to decide about starting a business. I just feel so…unrooted. (Is that a word?)