Have I ever mentioned that I hate working?

Well, I do. Lots. I recently started training for a tech support job. The job itself probably won't be too bad, but so far the training sucks. We sit for eight hours learning about stuff, and by the end of the day I've taken away about thirty minutes of useful information. And I can't do anything to distract myself during the pointless parts. I'm not supposed to browse, use paint, or interact with the people around me. I've already been written up for disturbing the class. >_>

In other news... oh wait, there is no other news. This bloody job takes up all of my time. >_< That's why I hate working. And just to think... I'll have to work for the rest of my life after I leave graduate school. It makes me want to cry... I just hope I like being an English Professor a little bit better than a tech support agent. Otherwise I may have to start seriously considering either suicide or a life of crime and debauchery. Hmmm.... I wonder what jail is like...

Single again

I wish things had turned out differently. For awhile I thought I'd found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. But in the end I guess we just look at life too differently. I mean, it's good that we weren't the same, but there comes a point when you just simply can't understand where the other person is coming from. And then what do you do? We agreed that breaking up was the best thing, so why do I feel so bad? I guess it just means that I failed again. As cliche'd as this may sound, I hope we can be good friends like we were before. Or even better friends. Cause otherwise I just won't know what to do.