Another day, another dollar, another day of work (and avoidance). I really really really don't want to keep coming back to this place. I actually think I'm doing more work by trying NOT to do work. Someone want to explain that one to me?...

Anyhow, I realized today that my life is doomed to be a sad, boring, pitiful sort of life. Example: This morning I was online (yes, at work...) looking for a new flashlight and I actually got excited. Wow. Seeing that in print is even worse than the realization that I'm a sad little man. I'm trying to find a flashlight I can carry around with me literally EVERYWHERE so I can see at night, in a dark room, etc. I have this ever-present fear that one day the lights in my workplace are going to shut off and I will be reduced to screaming like a child my pleas of help. That's what employees see as a desireable characteristic in a Supervisor or Manager...

I had a glimpse of hope yesterday in the job search area... Pilot e-mailed me to schedule a phone interview for a retail manager job. Not sure what exactly it entails or (more importantly) what it pays but at least someone is getting back to me...

Back to "work"... I'm pretty sure this place is the source of my recent onset of depression. I'm also sure its all my own mind's doing, but I still choose to place the blame solely on this hell-hole. I leave here in the WORST moods. Its getting to the point where I can't listen to the radio on my way home because it a) annoys me and b)makes me more depressed. How messed up is that?!?!? Welp, I think that's enough self-pity for one day.

Shit... what am I going to do with me?...