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Lame Update

I don't really have all that much to report. I haven't written anything in a week. The WIP has been at hand several times but the very thought of opening the thing and getting busy makes me want to weep. I'm certain I know what my problem is and I believe it to be temporary.

Of course, I'm talking about the day job. It's been draining me mentally, emotionally, and physically for months. Frustrated hardly begins to describe how I'm feeling.

I have two major projects underway at the moment. Now, this isn't unusual but add to it the hours I have to spend away from my desk and suddenly the pressure is doubled. How in the hell they expect me to get all this done when I spend more time away from my desk than at it is beyond me. I guess I'll just do my best and be prepared for the "why isn't this done yet?" questions.

You know, my job has always sucked but our new operating schema has made it unbearable. The sad thing is it wasn't even my boss's idea. She doesn't like it any more than the rest of us. She's been turned into a part-time receptionist, too.

I'm trying very hard not to name names and give specifics here. As unhappy as I may be, I still need the job, which is why I haven't walked out the door.

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