I have to go do something today that I really don’t want to do. Besides go to work, that is. I have to go attend a dog and pony show for some award bullshit, which means I have to wear a jacket (not a tie, though; I refuse to wear a tie – they’re sexist). They don’t even have the decency to hold it in the morning and then let me take the rest of the day off. Instead it’s at the end of the day, and I’ll wind up not getting home ’til damn near bedtime. And there’s not even any money involved (maybe a shitty pen or a coffee mug – because 5,423 coffee mugs aren’t enough, and I can always use another one to hold all the shitty pens I have – and some finger food, which I really don’t want; I’m not very food-motivated). When I worked at SU, I got some stupid ceramic sculpture thing that looks kinda like a dildo with one boob. Still trying to figure out what to do with that little gem.

I really should have followed my instincts and claimed a prior commitment, but it was rather strongly intimated to me that it wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do, career-wise. Not that my “career” has exactly been one smart move after (mostly, it’s been filled with “oh, I really want to do that for a living,” followed by “this sucks!”).

I really despise this sort of thing, and I wouldn’t bitch to you all about it, but I have nobody else to bitch to, because the people who know me best think I’m just being stupid and annoying (yet they are apparently unable to check their tires and add air if needed, let alone oil). Not that I’m ungrateful, mind you. I’ve just always hated drawing attention to myself (which is how I stayed out of trouble through school – I mostly got my friends in trouble, while going unnoticed myself).

Oh well, time to get going, I guess.