All Roads Lead to...

Screw this Job.

That is the resounding thud I'm hearing from everyone. I just returned from a starbucks trip to learn that one of the team leaders who trained me on this monstrous system is also looking for another job. One too many Saturdays without getting paid overtime has fully pushed this person over the edge.

I said, "I know six people who are actively looking to get out, including myself."

The reply? "Make that SEVEN."

Oh, how I laughed.

Every now and then I need things like this to keep me going: it's inimitable PROOF that I am doing the right thing, and above all, I am not alone.

I am beginning to realize that the newbies coming into this place probably couldn't be hired anywhere else. This is becoming a dumping ground. Let's see if I can sail through the rest of July in one piece. I couldn't muster the courage to leave my apartment this weekend for anything but a bagel and a newspaper. It was good to watch Lance breeze through the Champs de Lysee one last time. The man's athleticism is simply staggering.

My favorite fossil, Adrienne, made another appearance on HSN last night. She and the host got on pretty well. Of course, the vitamin C pack is on its way to me. Age gracefully? Puuuhlease. I'm going to need wrinkle cream to cover all the smile lines caused by knowing myself and the crew will all be leaving by year's end. Oh, that makes me so SO happy!

This is like the Titanic, I swear!