All that's left behind is dust and ashes...

Worked the closing shift at the deli today. Scheduled to do the same tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that...

I guess I'm feeling kind of depressed about the whole thing, especially since the job doesn't even pay me enough to rent my own place. (The pay is fine as long as I'm living off my parents, but I'd prefer not to think of that as an ongoing situation.) And the endlessly sporadic scheduling... Grrr... Need to think... positively.

Anyone out there want to hire a Perl/PHP/JavaScript/C programmer for the long term at a liveable (but not ridiculous) wage? Heh. Didn't think so. (At least not among readers of this page.)

Seriously, I'm starting to think it might be a good idea to at least try sending my resume around some more in the not-so-far future. Not sure how much good it would really go, given the shitty luck everybody else seems to be having.

Here's a wild idea on improving the economy: Everyone who is currently seeking a job, tired of the job they currently have, or thinking about switching jobs, go out and commit ritual suicide. Right now. Think of the economic prosperity that would follow! Unemployment would be down (for those that remain). Wages would rise. The people who are still around afterwards could feel like they're needed again, instead of just piles of human debris waiting to be fired, laid off, or just so miserable at their place of work that they wish the end would come.

It's a modest proposal. Nothing more.

Hmmmm... Maybe Bush's war-mongering does some sort of method to the apparent madness. Well, war is another way of thinning down the population. Right?

Ok, obviously, I should get some sleep. Yeah, today at work was stressful and it sucked. I doubt tomorrow will be any better. It doesn't help to think that with bouncing coming tomorrow and Christmas around the corner, I'd rather be hanging out with family and friends than spending 8+ hours of every damn day (including the weekend) from now until Chrismas eve in the deli.

(Yeah, I had the earlier portion of this week off, during which I did mostly nothing except watch Two Towers. But dammit, nothing was happening, and now that stuff is going to be happening, I'm scheduled to work. It's so... erratic. Generally, that would be ok, but right now, having not seen my brother in person for months, he's gonna be coming, and they suddenly hit me with a different scheduling pattern that before, so I'm just a bit annoyed.)

Bad mood tonight, owing to a large degree to aforementioned scheduling patterns. And I still have christmas shopping to do too.

Oh well. Things will work out. Somehow. I just need to keep repeating to myself these words...

Things will be okay. I'm lucky to have a job at all right now. Things will be okay...

Right. On the bright side, bouncing is coming tomorrow morning, and I'm going to go with mom to pick him up at the airport. This means I should get some sleep.

Damn. I'll also consider myself lucky if I make it through the next two weeks without going completely over-the-edge manic insane. Nah, I'll make it. It's just... Sleep deprivation isn't good for someone with my "condition", and I fear that in order to get everything done that I want and need to do, I'm gonna have to be getting by with less of it.

Ok, sorry to be such a sourpuss. Christmas is coming! Spread happiness and cheer to all the world. And good will to all. Blah blah blah.

Tomorrow I'll (hopefully) have something more positive to write. Peace.