For those that I talk to regularly you know that I have been saying for the past few weeks that "I hate my job and I don't know why". Something about it simply isn't fullfilling. I enjoy working with computers. I enjoy web design. And yet, there is something about my job (for those that don't know...I the webmaster for www.OrangeComputers.com)th...

*entry interupted by phone call from the boss*

...where was I? Right. There is just something about it that makes me unhappy when I think about work. Not because I don't wanna work. There is something that's... work is just an unhappy place. Yeah there is joking about and what not, and we laugh but on the whole if it weren't for the paycheck I'd jsut soon not go anymore. But I gotta pay the bills.

My boss flys by the seat of his pants in every project at work. Starts opening boxes drops stuff here and there. Doesn't pick things up, doesn't make an attempt top keep anythihng organized. ...A quote from Tim,"I pay people to pick up after me." He pays us all to do our job adn part of our job description is to freakin' pick up after him as he moves crap around making unorganized, half-baked, plans to sell merchandise.

You ask him a question and he constantly answers "what?". OYu could say the question plain as day to his face and he stares straight through you and says "what?". I am sick of that crap. I will ask a question no more than twice and he answers what and I'll leave the room. And then he has the gall to call me back and ask what my question was. I understadn he has everyone coming to him asking questions all day long. BUT IT IS REQUIRED cause no one else has any authority to make decisions. I try to make decisions on my own(w/o constantly bugging him) and I end up getting reemed for it later. Then I go back to sking him for a decision on every last detail and I get reemed for annoying him. Lose Lose. And why play a game ya can't win.

I am but a step away from saying "okay Tim I can't work here anymore.", canceling any luxury items(bills) and just take a freakin' flying leap and trust that God will catch me.

**-the interupting phone call was Tim reminding me again that I stink(imagine that I smell after moving boxes here all day as we attempted to reorganize in the store at 78 degrees,hmm) and need to take care of the problem or next time he will send me home without pay.