In 25 Characters

I know. I’ve said it a lot of times now. But saying these words seems to make me feel a bit better. I hate my job. I’ve contemplated on the thought of resigning but alas. I’ve found reasons to stay. These reasons seem logical but I’m not sure just how long they could keep me motivated to wake up everyday and work my ass off every night.

My client’s a bitch. A tad better than who I used to work for but still a bitch. He’s asking me to write shit I just couldn’t get myself to write about. And he’s asking me to write them in a way I couldn’t get right. I guess I could blame that on the fact that he doesn’t know what he wants just yet. In a way he’s asking me to write Shakespeare in 25 characters. Which is just as stupid as it sounds.

If I could just pull it together for a month or two then that’ll be great. I just realized I’ve already been in here for a year. Wow. Poor me.