1:48 p.m.||||2004-06-04

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Once upon a time I bitched about being unemployed and poor and unemployable and yearning to be in IT, but not able.

Now I am employed as all hell, still poor, and getting my foot in the door in the direction of Web design and the truth still is, sadly, that I am a receptionist, whose job it is to answer the fucking phone.

I hate the phone.

I'm good at it but I really really really hate it. All of it.

And tonight I have to run Dave all over hell and back to get him started on a painting side job and I am already so over it/

I'm in a shit ass mood.

But I have to go/////

enter tons of data entry into a losing battlefield

Finish a cookbook I have to publish by next Friday

Give a crap about a website I have to do for someone who refuses to do his homework

And redesign our Intranet, using none of my real skills, but a template, bought and paid for, that is nothing like the one I could have created.

What is the point?