trapped and knotted

You can tell when you hate your job when a knot forms at the base of your neck exaclty one hour into the work day every day. I am trapped here like a bug on a windshield. I have no idea why I agreed to work from 9-5 the past two days. I remind myself that college COURSES are why I'm here not this little campus job. I would be fine if this knot would go away. I mean, it's actually painful. My boss has caught me rubbing neck so many times now it's getting embarrassing. Now I should just shut the hell up. "It's not that bad a job. How hard can typing, filing and answering the phone be," you say. "My job is much harder than yours." You have a valid point, but this job is literally a pain in the neck.

There's light at the end of long tunnel though. Tomorrow I work half a day and then it's sweet, sweet freedom for 6 glorious days. "What will I do with my 6 days of unfettered freedom," you ask? I will do as little as possible -obviously. Well that's not true, I have tons to do. I need to clean my pathetically dirty apartment. I swore up and down to myself all quarter that the bathroom would get the scurbbing of a lifetime when winter break started. Plus I need to throw out all the statistics homework that's piled on my dining room floor. (Dining room is a fancy title for the room I study in.) If I get it clean enough I'll unclude a picture on this blog.

PLUS, I have a great deal of reading to do. I spent my Autumn quarter reading important literature, and it totally cut into my Harry Potter and Stephen King plans. I plan to rectify that as well over the break. But for now, I sit behind this desk and smile when people enter the room and ask, "can I help you?" I hope I at least sound convincing...