Daily Bump 'n' Grind

Oh, rent.
Why do you consume me?
Food, my food.
I consume you.
Why tax me with your costliness?

Just to survive, I've been commuting to FUCKING ISSAQUAH, doing data-entry at a place of business which I shall not name. (I read that Stranger article about the chick from Nintendo america who got in serious trouble for blogging about work. I'm dropping no names.)

The job is nice enough - good break room, nice people, good work environment. The job itself is a little boring, but hey, it pays and it's not back-breaking, right?

But the commute is MURDEROUS. Two hours on the bus EACH WAY. So, for this reason, I just turned in my two weeks notice.

TIME FOR A NEW JOB.

Hopefully I can find a new one by then. I'm going through a temp agency, so that's not so hard. However, since you're just one in a registry of hundred, it requires a fair bit of wrangling to get what you want from these people.

A lot of times they're in "meetings" I know don't exist, and they've often "just stepped out for the day". I mean, hell, I'm sure their jobs are even shittier than ours, and they have to be perky and cheerful to every one of us selfish bastards that calls.

You just have to finesse the system. And by that, I mean keep calling during the hours they HAVE to be there until someone takes your damn call. Never leave a message unless you have no other option - always ask when a better time to call back would be. That way the receptionist will give you an accurate answer - because they don't want to have to keep dealing with you!

BOTTOM LINE
We're all selfish assholes in our hearts. We all need the mon-ay, and we all have to shove and push to get it. It's called the rat race. Because you can never actually win.