i love / hate my job

I love: That I don't have to work on Fridays.

I hate: That when I sit down to eat lunch, the cockroach exterminator guy shows up with his squirty tool. Ugh.

I love: That I don't have someone sitting behind me, like I did at my old office.

I hate: That my office reeks of mothballs, both literally and figuratively - there are people in my office who refuse (REFUSE) to learn how to operate a computer. And this is allowed by the boss. (??!!??) The fax machine was outdated some fifteen years ago. The copier only copies one page at a time.

I love: That my drive to work involves looking at the ocean, and crossing a long bridge over water.

I hate: That my drive to work involves spending over $60 a week to accomplish.

I love: That my dad works just down the hall, so I get to see him almost every day.

I hate: That my dad works so hard that he hardly ever has time to really sit and talk to me.

I love: That I pretty much get to set my own work schedule for the day.

I hate: That it's office policy to just interrupt someone at any time, no matter what they're working on, making it nearly impossible to have a thought from beginning to end without being sidetracked.

I love: That I get to work earlier than everyone else and get a parking spot right in front of the office, and a little time to myself in the mornings.

I hate: When my co-worker shows up extra early for work and thus completely destroys my early morning alone in the office time.

I love: The fact that my boss is hardly ever in the office.

I hate: That when my boss is in the office, she never knows what the heck is going on, and confuses the rest of us royally in the process of trying to find out.

I love: That when I am allowed to plan and organize and have a little control, things go really smoothly.

I hate: That when things go really smoothly because I've planned and organized, nobody else gives a shit. But let something go wrong.... BLAMMO! I sure hear about THAT, don't I?

I love: That I can listen to music while I work.

I hate: That the woman across the room from me has decided to have "radio wars" by turning up her music, trying to drown mine out - and she listens to 1970's soft rock!!! Barf-o-rama.

I love: That I can *silently* text message my Bear all day long, and nobody ever says boo about it.

I hate: That the bitch across the room never turns the volume on her cell phone to "vibrate" - it's on TOP FUCKING SCREECH volume, so every time her stupid daughter calls to whine about her latest aches and pains, I nearly jump out of my skin. The best part is when she leaves the cell phone on her desk and leaves, and it rings incessantly forever, causing my ears to bleed and my brain to leak out my nose. Can you tell how much I hate this?? CAN YOU, BITCHES?!?!?

Sorry.

I love: Everyone. Sometimes. Except her, and her, and him, and .. oh yeah, her.

I hate: Everyone. Sometimes. Okay, most of the time. Especially her.

I love: That I can go on monster.com looking for a new job every single day, from work.

I hate: That the only jobs offering the kind of salary I'm looking for require a triple Masters Degree in Subterranean Lithography and Bloodletting, with ten years' supervisory experience.

I love: WEBOGGLE at work!

I hate: That I have to use Internet Explorer to access Weboggle, cuz it won't run on Firefox, and IE lets all those gadam popups through. ARGH. It completely fucks up my score, man!

Well, it's late, and I've got a 5AM date with my ass at the gym tomorrow morning, peeps.

WORD.

If I might, I'd like to take just a moment to mention that if there is anything in this world that tastes better than my husband's homemade egg salad, I damn sure don't know what it is.