Stick a fork in me...

Work. Is. KILLING. Me.

SLOWLY.

I don't think I have ever been so stressed out at a job than I am in this one. There isn't one thing that doesn't hurt or that isn't bruised to high hell. This is the second night in a row that I have been getting home at 6:30 instead of my usual 3:30. And with all the shit that is coming up, I won't be coming home my normal time anytime soon.

I was so distract with work today that I ran head long into Micky, the IT guy. Now he has material to make fun of me for the rest of the time I am there.

On an interesting note: Yesterday I got a voicemail from someone over at UCSD in regards to a resume that I submitted back in August of last year. That's right, in 2006! And yesterday was the first time I have heard from ANYONE over at UCSD in over 5 months. Wow, things do move REALLY slow here in terms of the job market.

I am thinking about calling them back.

REALLY tempted.

9pm edit: I am now officially DRINKING.