patience
October 16, 2007
I long to be patient and satisfied with that whole notion of ‘all good things come to those who…whatever.’
I dont want things now, I want them last week, if possible.
Just call me ‘Veruca, darling…’
On a seperate note, they are attmpting to give me more responsibility at work, for the same pay, of course. Anyone who knows me knows I shrink from any kind of responsibility in a work-type environment. Perhaps I lack faith in myself, but hell, that is why I am a temp, for goodness sake.
Who knows? Perhaps I will shine? I am thinking of taking it, if only to escape those endless files and premiuim notices. And that wretched, wretched stapler, that has my name on it’s side and my blood on it’s teeth.
