For the past couple of days, in fact during an irreplaceable weekend of my 20's (after all, this weekend in my life would never repeat itself and I shan't be in my 20's for too long) I have been doing some inventory for the company I work for. It was TORTURE.

The kind of torture that makes you see things in a different light, realize how mean and ruthless the managers are when they mean to extract the menial labor from their workers, and just how subservient people can be instead of speaking up for their rights (we had worked for 6 hours straight without a break and the management didn't see it fit to grant us a break and the workers didn't see it fit to demand for one)

The kind of torture that makes you wish you were rich or that you had made those "other" career choices earlier in your life, that makes you wish those dumbass recruiters for those less menial jobs had given you a chance at just a wee bit of an interview, the kind of torture that hurts so much you almost want to cry and and ask God, "Okay so this is how I get to spend the first weekend of 2003."

We did it non-stop for 2 days stopping at the wee hours of the morning just to continue by evening of the next day. It HURT LIKE HELL!

I should be sleeping now, being that I still have to go to work tomorrow, but I guess it inspired me more to put the pedal on the medal and search and plead and whine for ANOTHER FUCKING JOB. After it, I was sure I would need therapy. I kept singing, "I must have done something bad to desrve this, something in my former life maybe, or something that happened earlier in my present."

If you need me I shall be in the kicking my head against a brick wall section.

As someone on my friend's list said, I shan't see the bad side of this. I shall only say, at least I got to work, some people faced the new year with unemplyment and whatnot. My goodness from all of these is lurking somewhere. Hopefuly.

I went home and contorted erotic dreams all day. Go figure! I shall describe them except I am just to tired to type the stories up.