I'm dulling the day with a drink in a parking garage by the theater.

17-JUL-2012 18:23
 
I hate my sales job. I don't recall signing up for a sales job, but then the offers, such as they were, were pretty much just drunken shouts of "YOU SHOULD COME WORK FOR US" combined with vigorous shoulder-based jostling.

There's just no satisfaction. When I put an order through—which in itself is a pain in ass for... reasons—yay? Stuff that was ours is now theirs; money is deposited somewhere. Not to mention having to play nice with customers; you all know how social I am.

It almost makes me miss making web sites. Those sites were disposable pieces of crap, but at least we were producing something, and not just pushing tokens around.

I really need to find a new line of work. In the meantime, there's alcohol.

I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.
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