Saturday, Aug. 17, 2002

sad, sad, sad world

sad, sad, sad world

"Most of your entries are about work." That is what the review said that I linked to in the previous entry. After today I can see why I always talk about work. I worked almost 11 hours today. From elieven in the morning until 10:45 at night with 2 30 minute breaks in between. It was hell. It was torture. It will never happen again.

My feet hurt like I don't know what. My eyes are little slits, barely open to see the computer screen flicker in front of me. My fingers are now typing this like I am a zombie, I can't even really feel them at all. The balls of my feet hurt (I told someone that at work and she was like "you have balls on your feet?" and to that I sarcastically say :ha....ha....ha....:). I come home and my whole family is just staring at me in this sort of "aw are you ok?" type of look.

This is why that review said all my entries are about work, because all I do is work. I sleep, go to work, get online, and then go back to sleep. Of course I am sure the lack of a motor vehicle of my own is a big reason for this, but I have friends. I just never have the time to socialize with my friends.

I want an entry that is more than work. I want to have dreams about happy and cheerful things, not about work and my diary (which, believe it or not, I have had. Pretty pathetic huh?).

It's a sad sad world one is living in when her dreams focus on taking people's orders and then writing about those orders online.