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yeah, so March 31st is here and I was supposed to be celebrating my departure for my current contracting gig. 4 months ago, the end of the contract seemed to be an eternity away. Now it’s hear and I should be happy…EXCEPT…it’s not _really_ over.

My employer apparently decided to wait until the last minute to start negotiations. There’s no question in my mind that they are stalling because they are well aware of the fact that I’m very unhappy with their false promises of 2-weeks full time, two days a week after that.

I’m sick of spending 8 hours a week in my car, sick of the stupid bell ladies who shout a poem each day informing me how many new sales agents have signed up, sick of working on a codebase that’s doomed for failure, sick of staying in the holiday inn, sick of eating out all the time, sick of being away from Mare, sick of packing a suitcase, sick of feeling like I aboslutely HAVE to say “Hi” and smile to EVERY FREAKIN person I walk by in the hallway regardless of if I know them or not, and most of all, sick of not caring about any of the work that I’m doing.

It’s definitely time for a change. I had two interviews this week for another job. I’m not sure if they went well or not…I thought I did a crappy job, but who knows…It might end up being a pay cut, but at least I’d have the chance to work on something more interesting than a stupid order management system for a pyramid-scheme direct sales organization run for and by a bunch of middle-aged, frumpy, food-loving, smiling-all-the-time women! Seriously, I’m losing my mind…and don’t know what to do about it.

Thank goodness it’s the weekend. (i’m so dejected right now that i can’t even muster up the excitement to type an exclamation point at the end of that last sentence…probably because i know the weekend is only 2 days…)

/out