are you surprised? you shouldn't be. my eyebrows have been furrowed for so long now i think they might have grown back together.
in addition to the urinaylsis, the company i'm working for wants me to have a background check. i'm used to that, but they want every address i've ever lived in for the last seven years. hey guess what, in college i moved once a year, every year. i mainly lived in streets named after trees, and don't have any clue what the numbers or real addresses might be. somewhere in all my boxes is probably a list, but what the hell?! every other background check i've ever had asked me one thing only, social security number. with that, you can find out anything you need to know about a person, so what's with all the fucking addresses?
i really feel like i'm being treated like a criminal unjustly. i know this is fairly typical of getting a job, but it strikes me as excessive and annoying and i don't even want to work here in the first place. if i really wanted this job, if i liked it and was excited about it, maybe then i would be more thrilled about jumping through these moronic hoops. as it is, the whole thing stinks to me and i don't want any part of it. i know i'm being immature about it, and the grown-up thing to do is just comply and keep my piehole shut and make the money and pay the bills, but goddamn i wish i could do that without also squashing what idealism i have left. i'm bitter about a lot of shit, but i don't want to become that way about work. especially since i spent a big chunk of my life there.
the one thing about today that's going my way so far is my hair. i am having a wicked awesome hair day, and that's got to count for something, right?
p.s. i know, i know, i'm lucky to even have a job. i need to remind myself of that. lucky lucky lucky. annoyed, sure, but working is good.