Apr 052004

Something went screwy with Aaron’s alarm clock, so didn’t wake up until 7am, the time I was supposed to be at work. At first he blamed me for shutting off the alarm and going back to sleep until I pointed out that would require reaching over him to get to the clock, and I had no memory of it. Then he fiddled with the alarm and discovered it wasn’t working. 😛 So I didn’t roll into work until 8am, and I don’t even care.

I’ve got short-timer syndrome really bad, and I haven’t even had a job offer yet. It’s only going to get worse once I do get one. Or worse, if I don’t get it. But even if I don’t, the idea of being so close to getting away from this place will push me to try harder to get out.

 Posted by at 9:29 am

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