I am plotting to quit on my birthday. I'll be taking most of the full-time staff with me. I believe in making a scene.

None of us our happy with our new boss. She was totally cool at first, but now, she's turned into Renee. I blame Danny for the most part. I hate that he has so much hold over her. Ty is talking to the president of the company as I write this to see if anything can be done. Extremely doubtful, but Ty thinks we should at least let them know that we did not walk out without reasons.

Bah. I hate this. I used to love my job, and now, Lori is turning it into a nightmare. And she put this new guy on my shift, Chris. He bugs the fucking shit out of me. He tends to lurk about the office, just lurking and being obnoxious. Sometimes he coerces me to go outside to talk to him while he smokes. We don't really converse. He just talks and talks about himself while I secretly wish the earth would open up and swallow him. He has a blank, vacant expression about his face, like there is nothing behind his eyes at all. I am convinced he has no soul. On top of that, while he's boring me to death, he plucks the leaves off the hedges and throws them. Pluck, throw, pluck, throw, pluck throw. It irks the living hell out of me. I want to scream, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?! There is no reason for you to be doing that! You're killing the bush! Stop it!"

Oh well.

School is going alright--I think. I lack any real interest in my subject matters. I had to drop my English class because I could never make it to class. My accounting teacher has expressed some concerns about me. He keeps asking if I'm okay, and then told me that the B on my last exam was not up to my usual performance. He also made a personalized education plan for me, as if I were incapable of picking out my own classes. I won't be able to graduate by the end of the year like I had hoped because the last accounting class I will need won't be offered again until January, which totally bites the big one. I just want to graduate already! I hate school.

I am going to be 26 soon. I just realized that I have not accomplished a damn thing in my life. My only goal in life is to make as much money as possible by doing as little as possible. I have no motivation, no inspiration. Sometimes I feel like a zombie that has had all the life sucked right out of her.

There is more that I want to write, but again, I don't want anybody I know to read this.

I don't really want to go to work tonight, but I kind of have to.

Later.

calvin & hobbs