another shitty day in the shitty life.

skank dispatcher showed up for work today wearing yesterclothes again. she was last seen last night leaving with boss. I really want to harass her about this, but I know it'll just get me in trouble. ironic, no? also want to bug boss about giving her a damn drawer at his place, so she can actually wear clean clothes the next day...

the hvac outside salesman next door is so completely chris finch from the office. he's a sleazy wanna-be know-it-all that makes really bad jokes.

I'm getting really sick of my job. all I'm supposed to do is maintain about $1.5 million in inventory. seems simple, right? you buy product, you sell product. problem is, I have twelve variables to deal with... drivers who damage material while delivering it. sales staff ordering shit when they shouldn't be. warehouse monkeys losing or mis-receiving or mis-picking product. branch people complaining we don't have enough product. corporate people complaining we have too much. it's the ultimate thankless job. you do your job 100% accurate, you never hear a word. you fuck up, and they never shut up.

sad thing is, I'm actually considered a good PA by company standards, too. been doing this a little over a year, and I'm considered one of the top people in the position (there are about fifty of us, including many who have been doing this ten or even twenty years). I don't know if I can do this for twenty more years, much less thirty. and yet I've lost all desire to move further up the ladder...

thinking when miyuki and I move to canada in a couple years, I need to find a completely different type of job...