Tuesday, January 02, 2007

I hate coming back to work.

I spent all day yesterday thinking, "Yeah! 2007 is going to ROCK SO HARD, y'all!" There was so much optimism floating around in my head, it was almost hard for me to believe that I started this blog. "Hating things? That's so 2006."

And then the alarm went off at six this morning, and I realized that I did have to go to work because I would lose my holiday pay if I called-in. And now I remember why I hate my life.

My mother has the day off because of Gerald Ford's death. I told her she better spend the day mourning her ass off.

1 comment:

5 of 9er said...

Work blows. But going back to work after the Christmas break is always the worst.