I hate taxes.
May. 13th, 2004 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitanziI hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate taxes. And payrolls. And paperwork. And feeling like I'd rather be anywhere in the world than where I am right now. But this too shall pass, it's just a day and really not such a bad one. I just feel right now that I'm turning into a tedious, gray second rate paperpusher, and if it weren't for the fact that I actually like my co-workers I'd just give up.
I don't know why this seems like such a particularly dire fate to me lately. Maybe it's just spring fever. Maybe it's just rebelling against being an adult - I guess I'd better be adult by now if I'm going to be at all, huh? I've had jobs I liked better, and jobs I despised. This is middle ground, really... but just this moment I feel like I'm only staying because I can't come up with what I consider an acceptable alternative to fill my own obligations otherwise. :( That's a dreary feeling.
On a rather brighter note, I've had This Island Earth stuck in my head for much of the morning. Not all of it, sadly, just splintered fragments. You know, pieces of chorus and bits of verses jabbing at my brain and distracting me from whatever I am supposed to be doing. I finally managed to run down the lyrics online, so at least I have a more COHERENT version of it stuck in my head now! *G* I do love that song.
I don't know why this seems like such a particularly dire fate to me lately. Maybe it's just spring fever. Maybe it's just rebelling against being an adult - I guess I'd better be adult by now if I'm going to be at all, huh? I've had jobs I liked better, and jobs I despised. This is middle ground, really... but just this moment I feel like I'm only staying because I can't come up with what I consider an acceptable alternative to fill my own obligations otherwise. :( That's a dreary feeling.
On a rather brighter note, I've had This Island Earth stuck in my head for much of the morning. Not all of it, sadly, just splintered fragments. You know, pieces of chorus and bits of verses jabbing at my brain and distracting me from whatever I am supposed to be doing. I finally managed to run down the lyrics online, so at least I have a more COHERENT version of it stuck in my head now! *G* I do love that song.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 09:55 am (UTC)Maybe this thought helps...even if you are not happy about the work you do, others are happy you do it for them...
no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 01:35 pm (UTC)Dreary Feelings On A Lovely Day
Date: 2004-05-13 07:43 pm (UTC)I'm sorry to hear your job feels so, ahem, taxing. [g] But I'm not at all surprised
by your reaction to this. That old bit about "If you haven't grown up by the time
you're 30, you don't have to" just doesn't cut it, does it? Unless, of course,
you're independently wealthy. :(
"pieces of chorus and bits of verses jabbing at my brain and distracting me from
whatever I am supposed to be doing."
Well, OK. You have the lyrics. When you're NOT supposed to be doing something
(like saving someone's financial ass), filk it! The process is good for what ails you,
and the end result will be, too.
Ann O.