September 7, 1999.

Today was the day of office altercations. I guess it was the stress of returning to work after a long weekend (the last weekend of summer, SAD anyone?). Anyway you slice it, it was fucking scary in there. I've heard lots of grumbling about one person dumping work on another (hell, that's practically the official office mantra), but I've never heard one person start to scream at another about not pulling her weight. A few hours later, the object of the first match started shouting at another over the way to enter order figures (!)

I'm glad I'm leaving at the end of the week.

Although I'm a bit scared about the next three months. I'm working 6 days a week, with Fridays for volunteer work. And I have two night courses that start next week. I'm afraid that I'll get sick, like I did in my last year of highschool (OAC Chemistry, OAC Literature, OAC Biology (in night school no less), learning to play guitar, editing the yearbook & worrying about university acceptance) or that I'll hate life, like I did 2 years ago (working retail & going to school full time.) I'm terrified because I'm a lazy sod at heart, and I want my work days to begin at 11 and convene in 3 50-minute slots. And then I want to drink beer & eat nachos with mean, sarcastic boys. And once in awhile, I just want to sleep instead.

Is that so unreasonable?