I walk into the door of my home....HOME, the place I never see anymore.

I throw myself down on the bed...as I sink a little into the covers I breath and try to ignore

all the things I need to do. Seeing the typewritter sitting there makes me feel guilt. I feel that way because I know I need to write, it's my passion, or at least it was, I think, But now everything is about work. Thank God I don't have a fish, cat, or dog- I would be the worst companion for them. Oh, but I do long to have a pet someday. Maybe when my boss has an anti-bah-humbug dream things will change? He is saying that he plans to offer one of us a promotion which starts the petty bullshit at our cubicles. Everyone is either trying to kiss ass, throw someone under the bus (please, let it be me), or they are trying TOO hard(Jenni). Rumors will start, well, they were always going around, just the new rumor that one of us gets to climb the latter to a lesser Hell. How nice. This job is a prize they can keep if you ask me. Ugh- and then there is Johnson. He always tries to compare our performance and scores of our evaluations. SO competitive, yet not very smart. If brains were gasoline HE wouldn't have enough to go half way around an ENGLISH PEA in an ANT'S motorcycle and he would probably stop for directions! My brain is just mush after working this damn job. I am so overworked, I dream about work, and now, as I sit here ..... I write about work.

I day dream of tripping and falling down the stairs just to go home but, I know my luck.... they would do Zoom meetings from the hospital and/or memorial service. They didn't get the memo because I was no longer alive, but there will be someone who eventually will take my place (LORD watch over him or her) this job is grueling, daydream of jumping off a bridge during the meetings and how fun that would be. I guess this is all I have to say about it today. Tomorrow's a whole new day to hate the hell out of your job! Toxic-ass Rumor Mill....... I hear the news come on the TV, I turn it up so that I can hear... what?! HELL- no way !!!! It burnt down!! The place I work at has burned down and I do not know how to feel about it. On the one hand, hell ya, let me help you with the matches, but on the other hand I wanna pour the gasoline, and if there was a third hand I would hope it could be rebuilt....good thing I don't have a second hand. *SMIRK*

NO work tomorrow! Until then... goodnight!!!!!