Judgement Day Approacheth

I'll have to go back to work tomorrow.

I'm pretty sure I'll be sick, but still I have to go. It's a horrible feeling. I really hate my job - incredibly moreso than any other job I've ever had.

My resignation letter - yet to be handed in - states that I need more time with my son and that my heart just isn't in it anymore. I guess that's true. Mind you, my heart has and never will be in computer hardware sales, and I'd shoot myself before I'd ever let that change. As for more time with my son - a couple of months off will be fun, but a decent job would still give me more time with Palex because all this excessive overtime could be avoided. However, I fear that any job has the potential to be as bad as this. This job did start off quite well, after all.

The decision that I've been lingering on for a couple of months was clinched when I made a customer cry because her order wasn't going to come before Christmas. She was a nice pleasant-sounding lady, who was quite courteous to me, and then she started sobbing about the drought and how hard it was. I sat through it calmly, then logged out my phone, and strolled into the bathroom to have a nervous breakdown on the cold floor tiles. My team leader asked me what was wrong and melodramatically all I could sop out was "I ruined Christmas".

How ridiculous! I even bought a scratchie, promising myself that if I won $25,000, I'd mail it to the lady anonymously in order to quell my conscience. I would've done it too! Imagine how I'd feel now, knowing I'd cheated us all out of that money just because I felt bad for someone I've never met.

It was entirely my fault, but then again, I hate being put in the position to have that affect on innocent strangers for something I don't have any personal interest in other than my wages.

Dole bludgers aren't stupid. They just know they can't get any job except something that will make them miserable. If I could get away with dole bludging and still pay the rent I'd do it - sucks to all you tax-payers! What could be better about living in a rich priveleged country like this? Only boring mindless sheep haven't nothing more to do with their lives than work - I could easily find a million things to occupy my time, and be much more fulfilled in my life.
But then again, I'd have to live in Penrith to afford it - a million miles away from anyone I know.