mid-term malaise and the rat race

You probably haven't heard me bitch enough as of late. Am I right?

Fret no more. I will pack this post with enough complaints to satiate you for at least a couple days!

Thursdays are shitty. This is largely due to the fact that I have to get up extraordinarily early and battle THE COMMUTE. This means, every Chicagoan with a 9-5 and myself pack and wedge into stuffy busses and trains like over-cafeinated rats. Talk about negative energy....zillions of city folk simultaneously headed to a place they really can't stand. Brilliant way to start the day.

Plus, the boyfriend doesn't have to be up early on Thursdays. Thus, I have to leave him looking all snuggily and generally content in my bed...a place I dislike leaving in general (even if it's sans a super cuddly person).

Then, when I arrive at the office (which is inevitably empty, because apparently being on salary means the actual hours you put in are superfluous) I find that my boss is out of town again and has left me minimal to no instruction (for some reason this is a consistent theme on Thursdays). Thus, I end up writing totally bogus pieces for the corporate blog (which far too many people read for me to be writing such non-sense on) all afternoon.

In other news, mid-terms are kicking my ass and I'm sick of professors expecting more out of me than they do out of 95% of the class (really, two of them actually told me this).