The song plagues my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I have run out of coffee, water and patience this morning and there's absolutely no chance of improving my current situation.
Perhaps the only thing worse than working at a job that you... dislike, to say the least, is working at a place where joyous songs are sung All. Day.
Unfortunately, my post collegiate days are thus far the laziest of my life. Most days I spend laying around on my parent's annoyingly comfortable sofa, watching re-runs of Gossip Girl. Every now and then I feel a tingle of inspiration to scribble a few lines here or, if I'm really feeling crazy, do my laundry. But mostly, I just spend my days zoning out while I file paperwork and dreaming about what an awesome editor/writer/publisher/artist/celebrity I will one day become.
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| A real job. |
I know.
It's absolutely what I should be doing. And you would think that being currently employed (and only working part-time) at a job that makes gravedigging sound like a viable option, I would have the kick-in-the-arse I needed to go out and get me a career.
(Insert annoying buzz noise here)
You'd be wrong.
