A little bit more of me dies every minute...

This job is sucking the life out of me. I don't think I've ever felt quite this unfulfilled. I'm not desperately unhappy, nor am I depressed (not terminally, anyway), but this isn't the life I want.

I hate living from break to break, from day off to day off. It's not living, it's existing.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time...

I shouldn't even be looking at LJ...

... but since I'm on hold I decided to update. The lucky bastards in Accounts Receivable have had a day-long system outage, so they're not working. Of course, they'll have a major rush tomorrow, but who cares?

Bastards. ;)

I still hate my clients.

*hate hate hate*

We keep having major rushes of clients all bitching about their bills. When I think that, according to our statistics, only 10% of our clients actually call us, I shudder to think what would happen if more of them decided to call on a regular basis.

Anyone want 200+ or so surly clients to go to a good home with no mobile reception whatsoever?

*sigh*

Okay, here we go...

Having obtained her approval, I'd like to introduce everyone to delicatesilence.

I've said before that so far she's marvelous, and so far she's remained so. *beam*

I'll leave it to her to give whatever details she feels are appropriate. Please try not to scare her off, you lot. ^_-

Suddenly...

I have this burning desire to go read Pablo Neruda...

... and take a really cold shower.

*sifts through her LiveJournal*

So many entries!

I'm trying to find all my memes and those "getting-to-know-you" survey things that I did in the past. I want to know whether or not my answers have changed, and also, a certain someone has expressed interest in my answers.

How can I refuse? *silly grin*

*goes rummaging again*