More, More, More (How Do You Like It?)

Okay, I have to admit that I was desperate to make a job change when I left my last job four months ago. Little did I know that I would give up a lot of the freedoms that I had come to enjoy. This evening I spent almost an hour cleaning up all of the SPAM that had been sent to my five email accounts, which is something that would have never happened; because my accounts would have never became so bad in the first place. At my current employer I do not have the liberty to check my email accounts at my leisure. Do you want to know what I do at my leisure at work? Nothing. I have no leisure time. I once made a joke when I first started that the place was reminiscent of the office of Meryl Streep's character in "The Devil Wears Prada". No one thought it was funny. I should have known then that it was a sign.

Some of the things that were an issue last year for me are still an issue this year. I still have money problems, but who doesn't have money problems? I have kind of made a sick game out of it. Here is what typically happens when bill collectors call my house:

Bill Collector: Yes, is Stacy there?
Me: This is she.
Bill Collector: Yes, this is Mr.Bill Collector from Random Credit Card Company, do you realize that your payment is currently 5 days late.
Me: Yes.
Bill Collector: When will you be making that payment?
Me: Hmmm... I might be able to do it sometime in the next two weeks.
Bill Collector: Okay, of the total amount that is currently due, how much of a payment can you make today?
Me: Nothing.
Bill Collector: Okay, when will you be able to make the minimum payment due?
Me: I told you it will be within the next two weeks.
Bill Collector: Can you tell me why you fell behind in making your payment on time?

That is the one that always gets me. Why in the hell do you think it wasn't made on time? Do they actually believe that I spent time thinking about how I could get them to call and bother me? I think it is hilarious. I'll spare you the rest of the conversation because it isn't even worth the time I will spend to write it out? Get it--spend? That pun wasn't even intentional. I wish it had been.

Although I would really like to bitch some more about work, I don't think it is worth the effort either. I guess that I have learned the last few months that it is unnecessary to exert any extra effort unless it will be rewarded. Even though the thought of someone reading my gibber jabber has a reward ring to it; I am too tired to continue my tirade. I could give more, more, more, but I think I will stop. Good night. :)