Fuck work.

Found out today that I'm going to be working another solid week. Every day they can squeeze out of me between now and my flight date is being squoze.

I'm going to be looking even harder for a better job come the New Year. This bites. I'm working seven days on, two days off and I can't stand it. I want a nice job in a nice shop. There's a shop down the road that sells swords. Really big swords. I want to go and work for the sword-selling shop.

Wahhh.