:: Hey....He Puts Weasels Down His Trousers! ::

:: 1.24.2004 ::

Alright, one month later I've decided to update my situation.

OK: Michelle: Great chick. Wonderful. My increasing dissatisfaction with my job hasn't tempered her care for me one iota. Took me out for dinner last night, just to get me out of the house. Recap of dinner: pfefferwurst== Bad. Gluwein == Good. She gets frustrated with my online tendencies, sure. She does realize, however, that my frustration with my job leads me to want to escape a bit, relax, recharge the batteries. If it wasn't sittin' in front of my computer with FFXI, it's be sittin' reading a book or two or three. I need some "not-me" time to keep the ol' batteries in gear, and so I don't throw a fit due to work stresses. It is somewhat of a relief to go out and kill some Quadavs. =)

Work: The last three weeks I have had some 'help' from the Company. The first two saw a person that wasn't much help, being as he didn't show up until 11 and had an attitude about the whole thing. This one, however, is great. He worked solo for the Company for three years in California, so he knows exactly what I'm going through. The doubts, the feeling that the Company is trying to get rid of you by overworking you, etc. However, he believes that at least two people are necessary to get the job done, and coming from him (three years solo, remember) it should carry some weight. Should. Remember, we're dealing with a company that cares far far more about the bottom line than the quality of the Job Being Done. Not Dell, either. I'm speaking of the middle company. They did just recently get purchased, however. Might be some changes. Was told that they really like the job I'm doing, how well I'm getting along with people there, etc. Of course, we'll see how well they like me when the contract isn't renewed because I'm overworked.

The Game: Michelle's playtime has gone down, due to influx of school-related stuff, like reading, homework and tests and things. She also doesn't enjoy the game quite like I do. But, however, she does like it. Got her little chipmunk critter up to level 10 in secondary job last night, hoping to get her first job up to level 20 tonight. Or more. =)

Me: Stressed, as usual. Vomiting every weekday morning because of nervousness/stress about the upcoming day's work is Not A Good Thing. Not Even A Little Bit. Hopefully things will get better soon, but my resume is out there, and it's not a bad looking one. Sticking with this job until something better comes along or this job peters out in September. Which I think it will.

/me

:: Cameron 1/24/2004 12:07:08 PM [+] ::
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