Somewhere between hypercompetence & homeownership
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Whatever the hell that means.

Monday, December 30

Just what I wanted for Christmas... a remote controlled rat. It's true.



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Tuesday, December 10
gotta have someplace to vent I guess. As anyone who reads my blog undoubtedly reads Jenny's, you already know how f-ed we are. I have been flip flopping between complete denial, which means thinking that they will realize the error they're making and undo it, which I am told is simply not going to happen, and then thinking I am one of the safe ones because I can look at my skills and those of the people around me and see just how much better I am, and then I realize that I'm not and that there are actually lots of people who are much better than I am so I am definitely going to get axed. Then I am forced to think about finding a job elsewhere in the company. I put out some feelers and came back pretty much empty, not surprisingly. So, now I have to think about going outside the company and that means getting my act together, resume, portfolio, yadda yadda yadda, which I hate doing and completely suck at and my work is lame and I have to go digging to find stuff I've done since I started working here and try to find stuff worth showing, which there isn't much of, since so much of what I've done here is just little piecemeal bits and pieces that don't really stand on their own much. Crap. Of course, I don't even think there are any decent jobs out there and I don't want to take a major pay cut though I expect its inevitable. Yes, we're happy campers here.

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