Is this day done yet?

Some days I wish the time would fly by and they would end quickly. This was one of those days, as are most days when I am working. Especially when the boss screws up on things and doesn't notice until we are already doing what he asked us to do. And some days he acts like a little kid if something doesn't go the way he says it should, even if his way is a pain in the ass. Some days he acts like we work for some big city newspaper, instead of some worthless little rag that isn't good for much of anything.

I've been there 6 years now. Which is six years too many. I wasn't really wanting to be there that long, but its easy work, only part time, and if one can get past that annoying little troll it isn't too bad. And its about the only job around here i can do, because I can't do factory work with my bad gut. There have been many times when I just wanted to drop whatever I was doing at the time and walk out and never go back. Oh how I wish I could afford to do that.

I did have a good day in the way that I got to pick on my best friend some. I gave her the thing I wrote for her this weekend and she was really surprised that I had written 15 pages. Some days I just don't know where I would be without my best friend. Then other days she can be such a pain in the ass too. But i'm aloud to say such things about her, because according to her I don't say it in a mean way.

Shaggy