Sunday, September 18, 2005

Post Script

You know, I just read my previous post, and I realised how all about me it sounds. Really, I'm not that self absorbed. I'm mostly upset that Ian can't get a break from that bloody place. They treat him like garbage, expect him to have no life outside of his work, and it is really making him miserable, and I don't like that. I want him to be happy again. I want him to be able to have a day off without worrying about his work. I want him to enjoy his job. I hate seeing him so very unhappy, all the time. Anyways, it isn't all about me, and although I am disapointed, he is the one who has to go back to that place that he hates, 7 days a week.

5 comments:

Rodicon said...

I thought he was supposed to be on leave, so to speak?
IT's a pity the stapler put him in physio 'cause, though it's only grunt work, and all blah, blah blah, trade stuff is where the money is and they get weekends, holidays and overtime. Go figure.

Anne R. Key said...

All that really needs to happen is for Stu to fuck right off.

Rodicon said...

Go for it Anne.

Emmett said...

I still say that you should put those cats into their carriers, bring them into work and put them on Stu's desk so they're his problem again. Just tell him that you need the basement room back because you're having a boarder come live there, something very reasonable. You have no choice.

Not much fun, though, I imagine. It sucks to live in fear like that.

Starlin' said...

Email me? I know a couple of places looking for people to hire... I don't know what you guys need, but certainly the crap you're getting can't be it.

~ Star