I just must blog about this dream…in the dream I was painting my teeth with nail polish. In the dream I was vaguely thinking “There’s something wrong here..” but I just kept doing it. Weird. Tomorrow is going to be apocalyptic, Mike will be back and he will chew out Jocelyn for quitting…it’s just sad. In a healthy work environment, Jocelyn would just be able to go up to Mike and talk about her problems with the environment, but with the current management approach of bullying and intimidation, that just isn’t an option. Depressing. I feel like I should be looking for a new job…but what other job could I do? I mean, I am at school most of the time, this three hour a day thing is perfect for me. I hope I get a big paycheck…I’m not sure if that seventy-two cents will get me to Thursday. I have to leave at like two-thirty to talk to Becky and have her reimburse me for those photos. I hope she just whips out a twenty, that would be glorious. I would run over and deposit it into my account.
Now that I really think about it, there isn’t really much that I want to buy for my computer. I’m thinking another stick of RAM maybe…but that’s really pricy. After the glowing keyboard and another stick of RAM I think it’ll be done. Hmm. Done. What a strange word. I still need to find out why the OS turned gray. I think it was because of the illegal Office 2003.
Oh, I forgot to say something. Guess what? Tom deleted the support groups listing. No more support groups! What a fucking idiot. I’m going to tell Mike about it when he gets back, but I’m sure Mike or Tom will just blame it on me. Fuck them all.