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September 26, 2003-6:06 a.m. Things are so crazy, I can't even think straight. I'm scared to death that I will be unemployed soon. I haven't heard back on any of the jobs that I've posted for. The people I work with are driving me extra, super-crazy. All I can think when they are obsessing about the little stuff is, "Shut up! At least you still have a job. How that is right in the divine scheme of things when I am a gagillion times smarter than you is truly one life's great mysteries." **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
