Into the pits of hell, for love.

I really dislike my job. It's very boring but requires great attention to detail and is a production environment, which means I am have a quota of work I am expected to finish every hour.

I typically start the day off strong, finishing 1.5 or higher of my quota before lunch and then drop off to .75 or less after lunch. So far it has added up, for the day, to usually be over my quota, so I'm ok. The point is, that the longer I am at my job, the less work I actually accomplish, per hour. That is one of the reasons I don't usually do any overtime. The extra pay just isn't enough to buy that extra time of my life. I'd work less than 40 hours a week if I could, even though it meant getting paid less. I might go see my oncologist next month and find out some nastiness has sprouted in my innards again. I hate every minute of the time I have to spend at my job, is my point. It's a constant mental struggle for me to force myself to go there every day.

But, today I spent 11 hours there. 3 hours of OT. On about 5 hours of sleep the night before. I'm suprised I'm still awake, to tell the truth. The reason for me spending this extra time in aitch eee double tooth picks is because I told createdestiny that I would pay for her to go to a writer's workshop as her birthday present, so now I gotta make that happen, therefore, the extended sentence today. Time on for good behavior. It might be less painful to just sell one of my kidneys.

Luckily for my brain and spirit, OT is not offered all that often at work these days, so tomorrow I can serve only my alloted time and then come home. Yay.

I'm posting this here because earlier today she heard me typing (something else) and asked me if I was posting about how much I loved her and I told her no, not at the moment. She said FINE! Well, now I am posting about how much I love ya. Trust me, if the only thing holding me at work today had been a chain around my ankle, I'd have chewed my foot off to get out of there after my 8 hours was up, but I stayed there for you. How's that for lurve?

Into the pits of hell, for love.

I really dislike my job. It's very boring but requires great attention to detail and is a production environment, which means I am have a quota of work I am expected to finish every hour.

I typically start the day off strong, finishing 1.5 or higher of my quota before lunch and then drop off to .75 or less after lunch. So far it has added up, for the day, to usually be over my quota, so I'm ok. The point is, that the longer I am at my job, the less work I actually accomplish, per hour. That is one of the reasons I don't usually do any overtime. The extra pay just isn't enough to buy that extra time of my life. I'd work less than 40 hours a week if I could, even though it meant getting paid less. I might go see my oncologist next month and find out some nastiness has sprouted in my innards again. I hate every minute of the time I have to spend at my job, is my point. It's a constant mental struggle for me to force myself to go there every day.

But, today I spent 11 hours there. 3 hours of OT. On about 5 hours of sleep the night before. I'm suprised I'm still awake, to tell the truth. The reason for me spending this extra time in aitch eee double tooth picks is because I told createdestiny that I would pay for her to go to a writer's workshop as her birthday present, so now I gotta make that happen, therefore, the extended sentence today. Time on for good behavior. It might be less painful to just sell one of my kidneys.

Luckily for my brain and spirit, OT is not offered all that often at work these days, so tomorrow I can serve only my alloted time and then come home. Yay.

I'm posting this here because earlier today she heard me typing (something else) and asked me if I was posting about how much I loved her and I told her no, not at the moment. She said FINE! Well, now I am posting about how much I love ya. Trust me, if the only thing holding me at work today had been a chain around my ankle, I'd have chewed my foot off to get out of there after my 8 hours was up, but I stayed there for you. How's that for lurve?

Bright Eyes on Leno

This singer Bright Eyes has been in a few magazines that Doro gets and he's been getting a bit of a buzz. I haven't really listened to him and I have to admit that his 'name' is one of the reasons why. Bright Eyes. It just sounds kinda pretentious to me, know what I mean? If somebody else called him that, I would be ok with it but I assume (maybe incorrectly) that he chose it himself and that kinda put me off. So I haven't bothered.

Over on the DailyKOS there was a link posted to this BE dude performing a protest song on the Leno show. The song is called "When the President talks to God" and he nails it pretty good. Color me impressed. I am suprised to have seen this on the Tonight Show. I wonder if they realized what they were going to get when they signed him up to sing.

Here is the link to the video.

The lyrics are under the cut. Watch the video first though, if you have broadband.

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Bright Eyes on Leno

This singer Bright Eyes has been in a few magazines that Doro gets and he's been getting a bit of a buzz. I haven't really listened to him and I have to admit that his 'name' is one of the reasons why. Bright Eyes. It just sounds kinda pretentious to me, know what I mean? If somebody else called him that, I would be ok with it but I assume (maybe incorrectly) that he chose it himself and that kinda put me off. So I haven't bothered.

Over on the DailyKOS there was a link posted to this BE dude performing a protest song on the Leno show. The song is called "When the President talks to God" and he nails it pretty good. Color me impressed. I am suprised to have seen this on the Tonight Show. I wonder if they realized what they were going to get when they signed him up to sing.

Here is the link to the video.

The lyrics are under the cut. Watch the video first though, if you have broadband.

( Read more... )