Dear Lawd Gawd,
Please kill me now! My eye candy left at 0922 am and didn’t even say goodbye! Notice the double-digits.
Once again, I’ve observed that the formal protocol of greetings and farewells are lacking at this temp job from hell and are no longer deemed necessary as long as the slaves show up for work.
The anxious AP guy seemed to be the only reptilian capable of showing a shred of viable human emotions. He might have greeted me this morning as I hurriedly rolled into work ten minutes after eight o’clock.
Anyway, I’m feeling sad again. It’s not so much the myth of Monday blues, but just dragging into work and wondering what’s my motivation for showing up besides earning money that will end up being spent on crap made by reptilians.
Today’s mid-morning break outdoors is wonderfully cold. There are lots of chemtrails and some light-grayish fluffy clouds.
It’s time to go back to work and pretend I’ll stay or that I’ll be happy or that I’ll be hired permanently. I really don’t care because after choosing a path of Truth, nothing of this hellish planet will ever surprise me.
With lots of dragging expectations,
Evil Kitty
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