Monday morning...

Im at work.

Enough said.

Although something wonderful just happened. The new receptionist has just shown me how to dial out on the office phones. Don't laugh at me. This shit is like fucking figuring out a time bomb. On Friday I honestly played around with it for a good 20 minutes. Could not figure it out. So I asked her since she was new and it was all fresh in her mind and she told me all these different codes and number arrangements and I honestly wanted to make love to her. Now I don't have to stare at the phone anymore and wonder who the fuck would create something so complicated. THANK YOU REBECCA.

But yeah, I'm quitting this job and its the first time Ive ever quit a job and I kind of feel like a failure. Which is ridiculous because...its a fucking campus job. However I already have another job lined up which is good cuz I DEFINITELY need some cash money. I am proud to say that I will now be working the circulation desk at the good ol' Homer Babbidge Library. Circulating books and hoes. You know. I like the library. I like to read hence why I like the library. Wish I wasn't so damn tired all the time and had time to read leisurely. Balls. I need to read East of Eden again. Put my head on straight.

I had an awful conversation last night with someone very close to me. It was awful but good at the same time. One of those "I'm glad we had this talk" talk. Consisted of tears, awkward silences , rude comments, the whole shebang. (Shebang?). But in the end still no consensus. Still no answer. I need answers. I don't like to play things by ear (I hate that expression). I really don't know what to do. I don't know what is best for me or the other party involved. All I know is something is telling me to go. Walk away before it gets messy because as I have come to realize I am the queen of messiness. Alright I'm not that bad...don't judge. I just have my moments.

Hah. Rebecca came up to me and asked if I would cover for her while she had a smoke. If anyone asks she is in the bathroom. She also told me that if I hated this job that she could get me a job in the library mail room. We are gunna be friends.

Okay I need to go. I need to do my job. Or pretend like I'm doing something.

Its been swell.