I just went out to grab the mail. There was a giant wasp near the mailbox. I complained to Rob about it and how they needed to spray.
"It is a problem," he said. "There are also 150 lb wasps walking around with smug looks on their faces."
Heh.
I'm nervous. I'm giving my notice at work today. I hate having to do stuff like that. I'd almost just as soon stay and be miserable there than have to deal with that particular conflict.
I've cut my class schedule to part time on evenings and weekends. I scourged for weeks, but all I could find was really crappy retail and telemarketing work. I guess I'm going to have to get another office job, just one that's more tolerable. Preferrably one where I don't have people screaming at me on a daily basis and where they don't ask me to come in ten minutes early, on unpaid time, to read the stupid company emails that innundate my inbox. Things like that. I don't think I'm asking a lot.
Wish me luck.