There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

One down

Love life is still going very well. BR had his birthday this weekend and he passed out so early Saturday night that I got a chance to bond with his best friend. Life can be a beautiful thing. :) Now I need to focus on this job. I'm beyond burnout. I'm tired of listening to me complain about it. I'm even more tired of dealing with this office and all it entails. I feel really bad about Dr, but I'm not far from insane right now. I don't even want optics anymore. I need something different. Here's what I want... I want a job just like my roommate A has. I want a boss I can have the same kind of relationship with that I have with Dr now. I want Monday thru Friday 8-5. I want benefits that include health, vision, dental, paid sick, vacation, and holidays. Last but certainly not least I want more money. I know don't we all, but I'm worth way more than he is paying me now. So there it is Angels. You found me BR. I am turning this over to you. It is in your hands now.

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