I've taken to writing a page a day at work, usually on the back of a customer complaint card. Here they are, so far:
Day One:
This is the worst job I've ever had. I wonder if I can keep it long enough to not go broke, seems like it could go either way at this point. I feel okay about the work, it's just terrifically mind-numbing. I just stand here all day, saying the same thing over and over. I feel like i might never leave and, it will turn out, I am in hell. While this possibility seems unlikely, it is also very possible so I stay vigiliant. Perhaps that would be fitting punishment for my extended unemployment, endless unpaid overtime. Boss is gone. Hope drug test doesn't fuck me, cause it's not too bad to sit here, watch cars leave, smile and wave. Two young girls came in, flirted a little. Asked me if they could get free parking on their birthday. I was so inclined but wasn't sure of the logistics. By the time I had, they had gone and my chances for cheap sex fled with them. I suppose "parking attendant" is not the sexiest job title ever, but, one works with one what one has. Otherwise, life is ceaselessly frustrating, it is a life with little joy and no satisfaction. Not a life worth living in other words
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