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I still can't decide if life sucks or if I am enjoying myself Yesterday as I was walking home I ran into nice Nicole again, as well as Lori and Graeme. Work today alternated between biting ass and being interesting. Ivana's dropped off the face of the earth, not a word from her for over a week - so I'm giving up on her.

Not everything sucks. I need to point that out. Here are two good things that have happened that I've neglected to mention.

I'm determined to feign enthusiasm for political purposes, but an hour into my fifth week here and I am bored and depressed. My grey cubicle surrounds me like an anaconda. My mind's eye is fixated on the unfinished painting on my easel and three countdown clocks are ticking in my head... 7 hours left to the day, 4 more days in the week, 5 more months in this contract.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/28886.html

I just don't feel like going to Sanctuary tonight. I was planning to go, I even washed my club clothes and started getting ready. Now I've changed my mind. Trish won't be there. Mike's decided not to go. I can't get drunk because of work tomorrow and the annoying fact that I have limited funds. I think I'm better off to save what little I have for when Lorra is in town next week.

I'm even more bored than usual at the moment. I'm running these brutally

slow routines to update the corporate directory. Apparently this a regular

thing that has to be done every pay period. This is so lame. I have a

nibble for a much more interesting job in Toronto and have my first

telephone interview a week Monday. It's for a digital post-production

company, which would be a little more interesting than a bank. I am hating

banks in general lately. A few minutes ago I ran across the street to cash