Hot Cocoa

So I hate my job.

So much so that I've invented a little song about it:

I'm useless, I'm useless
Send me home Send me home

It's true. I'm counterproductive to the office today. Get me outta here.

So Liz thinks that much like a sage smudge, getting me out of the office to buy us hot chocolate will improve my attitude and energy.

Hah. I highly doubt it. Therefore I refuse to leave because a) it's cold, b) i'm grumpy, and c) i feel like being a bugger today.

We have decided though that maybe I should just effing turn in my one month or two week notice and live off my savings until I can find another job. I could do it.

I'm almost ready to be that poor again too ... that's how much I hate my job. It gives me headaches and makes me miserable.

I'm thinking about it this weekend before I make any decisions though.