I'm filled with rage and apathy.

I'm in a situation I hate, but too tired and unmotivated to do anything about it.

I wonder how that's even possible. At any rate, times like this make me look at myself and wonder why I can't be what I want to -- why I have to be such a worthless slacker.

Work is stressful. Very stressful. I'm really unhappy.

But. What can I do about it? All phone jobs are likely to suck at least as badly.

I don't want to work tech support anymore. I can't handle it -- it's not the money, because this job pays well. But I'm just not happy doing this.

I envy people who can find passion to drive them through things. Or a job that they genuinely enjoy. I've tried a billion things -- I don't even like playing video games for money.

I wish I could be a writer....

I feel lousy.

Some days, you know are going to be bad.

You can't complain when your carpool calls in sick.

But it is annoying when you find out 20 minutes before you're supposed to be at work on the day your timecards are due.

Also, your supervisor's voicemail box being either turned off or full (so it can't recieve messages) sucks, too.

I give up.

I'm just going to devote my free time to finding another job.

Silence.

My brain is fried. I shall try blogging tomorrow.

For great justice.

Note to self: Write massive diatribe.

Tenative title: How To Call Tech Support.

Content: How To Know When to Shoot Yourself in the Face for Being a Moronic Fucktard.

Man.

I get irritable when I fast.

Also. Checked my e-mail for the first time in 15 days.

1663 new messages.

Fuck you, internet.