Sunday, March 19, 2006
On my mind...
Then I think of my job. There will be no good will earned. It doesn't work that way. I need my days off. I like having days off. It keeps me semi-sane.
Who am I kidding? I am not going to go in. Fuck them. I knew that from when they called. Now the decision is, do I call back or do I just ignore the call and be all, "what? oh...so sorry, didn't get the message..." tomorrow or on Tuesday when I do actually go in? I don't really care either way. I am a low cog in the machine and I kind of like it that way...no one expects too much. Now if only I could figure out a way to get paid hugely exorbitant amounts of money for it...
Wow...lost my train of thought. Had some other sites open as I typed and now I can't think of where I was going with my thoughts. That only makes me think of one thing--Alzheimer's. I know that can sound kind of paranoid but for like a split second, don't we all think that? Or, I sometimes get a finger tremor, like a muscle spasm where my finger twitches a little and I swear I think Parkinson's. I know I am not the only one. You watch a show on TV or a news report and the next time you get any kind of sniffle you have the disease du jour. Bird flu (bird flu!) anyone?
Ahhchoo! Sniff, Laterzzz...
