Last night after I cleaned the living room I was outside with Dog having a smoke and I saw a shooting star. Automatically, I smiled and wished for a good day tomorrow (today). Then I regretted it and nearly panicked because obviously it was foolhardy to waste a shooting star wish on something as trivial as having a good day. But I figured you don't get take-backs on star wishes, so I'd try to make the best of it.
So far, it's not going well. I hit the snooze until I was late, and since arriving at work have been embroiled in a holiday leave disagreement. The holiday in question is still two months away, people. Thus far I have tried to keep work out of this blog, but shit is getting crazy up in here, and I hate this job and I want to quit RIGHT NOW. I fantasize every day about dramatically giving notice...or giving no notice at all and departing on the spot. I can't do that, unfortunately; I've been here too long and I have to be a responsible grown-up and consider my future. I keep reminding myself that it's allegedly easier to get hired when one is employed, but so far I've had one. solitary. interview. I'm running out of patience. At the risk of alienating all the unemployed folks (who don't read my blog anyway), I wish I could get laid off and use my time on unemployment to job search full-time.
Maybe I dissed the shooting star by second-guessing my wish, and now it's making me pay. I must really try harder to avoid the wrath of celestial objects.
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