Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Happy Christmas

Sigh. One more day. And then a week and a half off. I can’t wait. It doesn’t matter that I’m taking the red eye on Christmas eve. It doesn’t matter that I’m couch surfing the entire time. None of it matters because the only thing that does matter is: I won’t have to be at work for a week and a half. A whole week and a half. I mean, everyone seems to think that the job site won’t go so smoothly without me there, which is flattering. But I’ve got news for them: it doesn’t go all that smoothly when I am there either. For a whole week and a half it’ll be some other poor sucker who has to deal with it and they’ll get to see all the general b.s. I’ve had to put up with for the last four months. And let me tell you, there’s been a lot of b.s. Gimme a raise.

But yeah, this job has certainly taken its toll on my mental health. I’m tired and grouchy all the time (and not in the lovable way). I’m stressed. I can’t even write a stupid fucking blog post. Needless to say, I’m just not my usual self. And know what? It’s totally not worth it. And you have to ask yourself - is there really any job that’s worth your own sanity? (Hint: the answer is no.)

So, at this happy holiday time I’m going to go ahead and wish all of you Christmas cheer (fuck the Jews) and a joyous mother fucking new year. I’m going to take my week and a half and I’m going to eat too much, drink waaaay too much, not get enough sleep, and do it all in the company of some really great people who, if shitty Californians have taught me nothing else, really kick ass.

See you douches in 2009.