yammer yammer too many thoughts that don't go together.
this entry is brought to you by the words stress and worry.
So I'm up for a promotion. Yea me. I was suppose to know last week which has now turned into this week, which may be turning into next week. Do I want it? yes. Have I been working my ass off to get it? yes. Will I get it? I don't fucking know. Will I look for a new job if I don't? Probably. With the promotion will they pay me enough for all the crap I do? No.
Yea that was me, going in yesterday for the meeting on my day off and staying until 2 in the afternoon working on things that are not yet my responsibilty. I was paid for it but hello day off. They mock me, the other for doing these things, but if I don't no one will and I mean NO ONE. They help once I start but it's the starting they have a problem with.
Addendum: Sexbot Buffy tonight... go team me..... cause well me and Spike and...... yea.