I Hate my Job

Of my newest line of employment the world should know. I think I posted a note about Ge-angelo's newest hireling (me). No? Nevertheless, I hate working there. I dislike it so much. I wonder: did i ever feel the same about Monica's during my first week of employment? I don't know. If so, how long until her faults and flaws and failing dissolve from frustration to fun? 

Perhaps, for Ge-angelo's, never. I don't like my boss. I've not truly met my co-workers. Ah, it is all coming back like a rancid beef burrito from the nite before. (it's up-chuck) These are the same ambiguous feeling i held about Monica's years ago. And there the similarities end.

A consultation: a full bottle of Landlubber Rum (thank you, IRS for not begrudging me the mere 2,000 some odd dollars i made in 2009 and returning me cash monies (buy US saving Bonds)). the weight of a full 750 ml feels good in my palm. And I reflect on the congruence between me and it. As it empties and I fill. And more and more does it reflect me and I it.