not because i reflected on my times in new york before and after september 11, 2001.
not because i read the reports about 45 bodies being found in a new orleans nursing home.
not because i saw stats saying some 1600 children are still missing... days and days after the storm subsided.
i almost cried because i hate my job, and i can't seem to fix it.
today, i took a five minute break to go to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall, and precipitate my frustration.
it was the worst five minutes of any job i've ever had... and i used to have to skim turds out of the baby pool at the park in taylorville.
tonight, undoubtedly with a little assistance from molly, i plan to once again try to tackle the problem head on and find a new job. i will blanket every pr, event planning, marketing, media job posting on hot jobs/monster/craigslist with my sundry of personal information.
i am at war with my job, and resumes will be my bullets.
tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree and hope that tomorrow brings a new career.
posted by brett @ 1:41 PM
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hey man i can get you a jobby job down here in arizona. Rattlesnake rustler or timeshare salesman. personally i'd take the rattlesnake job.
good luck, brett - searching for direction can be a daunting and frustrating task - i'm certain though, that the fruits of your labor will be well worth your effort - i hope that you find what you're looking for sooner rather than later....
i wish i could say it was all sexual, e...
i really do.
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