Monday, July 4, 2005

A Sunday Ago...

It’s the Lord’s Day, so I smile, wave, and wish people a good morning. I’d like to think that the morning’s blessed and all good and peachy, but it’s quite hard to do when my bosses are chewing on my ass and shoving an impossible deadline into my face. I'm not comfortable with this seeming lack of faith and joy on what’s supposed to be a day of rejoicing and worship, but I guess I'm just being human. I apologize.

I’d also like to think that the Almighty Guy Upstairs will come through for me. But I don’t like to presume, especially since part of the problem’s my fault. I do not have any illusions of God letting me off this, or at least letting me off easy, for that matter. While nothing’s impossible to God, and while I do not forget that He is merciful and understanding, I know He’s a God of justice as well. But of course, I pray, and hope.

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A month ago, I prayed for a job. Now I have one, I'm close to hating it. It’s always responsibilities, duties, and obligations that have to be fulfilled. My bosses are constantly bugging me for this and that, it’s literally like being thrown from the frying pan into the fire. Deadline has become synonymous with hell. And the pay isn’t much to boot.

…You work real hard and the pay’s real low…
Damn, you just gotta love Avenue Q.

So much for my parents saying that when I get a job, everything will be alright. Right. Really, I'm alright. Everything’s all roses, and I have no complaints. Really. Yeah, sure.

Well, no one ever said that life was easy.

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