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It's probably a Good Thing^TM that I can't email post on this journal from work. Otherwise, not only would this journal be filled with 1000% more whinging, but I'd probably get fired.

My job, in all honesty, is not that bad. It's just not as exciting or stimulating as I'd hoped. Also? I secretly resent that every moment I spend doing Menial Intern Things is a moment I could have been writing. As it is, I've discovered ways to write without being caught so it looks like work, but is not actually work.

And no, I'm not slacking off. My job goes in stops and fits. So I go from "Sweet suffering succotash, how the frak am I supposed to do ALL of this?" to "I'm so bored, I think my head is going to roll off my shoulders and hit the floor, somebody give me something to do."

Luckily, I am a master of entertaining myself.

I'm beginning to wish I could go back to school. If I could have the life I want, no holds barred, I'd be a student again and I'd take nothing but classes that interested me (history, literature, art, music, maybe even a few of those wacky classes colleges offer) and I'd spend the rest of my time writing novels and fanfic and hopping the interwebs and livejournaling until my fingers fall off.

I'd write lots. I'd learn lots.

Unfortunately, on Planet Earth, things don't work that way.

So, hi-ho hi-ho, it's off to work I go.