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I hate the changing of the year. It causes one to think. In my case, that is a bad thing. First off, what the hell was I thinking moving out here? I miss my people. I admit that is was a little bit of a recluse before, but now, I almost never go out. And the times that I do, it is with people from work. We either talk about work, or they all talk about people they mutually know; which causes me to sit silently sipping my beer. yeah, I'm one of those scary people. And who in their right mind would move five hundred miles away from home for a new job? I really hate my job. And it really isn't anyone's fault. I just feel like a complete ignoramus at the end of the day. I swear, they could train a chimp to do my job. And, unfortunately, the chimp would probably do a better job. I feel like everyone thinks that I am a moron, and I tend to do things which prove them to be correct. Why do I do these things? Because I don't care. I absolutely don't care. And I am starting to get the feeling that my boss realizes this. He has been really critical of me lately. Which just makes me hate the job even more. But on the positive side, I have my own apartment. I can afford cable. And I have a cat that is absolutely adorable! And I get to go to Michigan this weekend. I do have things to look forward to, I just need to make it through the week.