friday again

It's Friday, and I'm stuck going to work, when I really don't want to go.

I am so bored. Part of me wants to go to work on the week-ends, just so I'll have some money. And I really want to pay off my debt.

If I could just pay off my debt, I would feel so much better about working. It wouldn't be so incredibly vile. But I'm bored, and ... God, I just can't stand the idea of going to work. I hate that place so much, and I can't seem to figure out why I can't get into something better. I know it's because I need to work on the book, but ... then again, I get nothing done.

I can't stand the thought of going back to work, and listening to bland people talk down to me. I can't stand the thought of working with people who are unmotivated. I hate them all.

I think the worst part is that it's all really boring.

I should just leave, I've talked about it forever. But I need money to survive. And I hate the idea of leaving one job without having another.