A Dizzy In The Lizzy

Jesus Fuckmonkey Christ

(11/12/2002; 05:47pm) - Jesus Fuckmonkey Christ

Work was crazy today.
Icing on the cake was realizing that my salaried job with health benefits will NOT support my decidedly non-decadent lifestyle. I have less money right now in my bank account than at any time during the course of my employment. I'm spending more than I'm earning. Future holds fewer movies, drinks, dinners at restaurants, snowboarding (*sniff*), even lunch. I'm going to pack a sandwich or two for lunch for the next month. Hello fluffernutters & PB&Js. What the hell? This bites.
And work was crazy. I routinely work through my lunch hour, scarfing down a sandwich or something else overpriced in 5 minutes or less. And I'm leaving work late AGAIN (like I ever leave early).
My supposed work day:
-Arrive at 9
-Lunch from 12-1
-Leave at 5:30
7&1/2 hrs

My work day in real time:
-arrive between 9:30 and 9:45 (technically late)
-eat lunch from 1-1:05
-leave at 5:45 or 6
That's 8 or 8&1/2 hours when I'm getting paid for 7&1/2. Where's the justice?
I can't wait for March, that'll be a year working here. I'll ask for a raise.
Maybe NEXT winter I can go friggin snowboarding. Grr