Dark Mood

And once again I end up working late into the night because my parents won't allow me to work during the day.

I can multitask to a point. Unfortunately, that excludes television, video, and conversation. So when I'm yanked away from the machine for three hours to go find a damned gift in tons of traffic, I have to go back and complete my daily quota later in the evening. Parking it in front of the television does not work. I'm going to have to head back to OC earlier than I intended because I'm just not getting a damned thing done here.

I can't take days off. I can't skip days. This is the way it has to be until I find other sources of income. That's basically the way I knew it would be when I quit.

The source of my bad mood, actually, is Cesspit-related.

When I had been there for a year and a half, I asked for a promotion and raise, since we were supposed to ask our supervisors (which is backwards into itself, but whatever) and she said we'd have to "think about it." Other gal who asked for the same got the same response. I'm gone less than a month and they bust out promotions and two-dollar raises, including...including one gal who I basically gave this job to, and the company gypped me out of a finder's fee and then gave her an award for, I kid you not, being nice.

It grates on me. I would like it if it didn't. Unfortunately, I am merely mortal and it really, really bothers me.

The only response, of course, is to throw myself into my work and out-do them on every level.