*currently listening to Duran Duran's Come Undone*

Work sucks. The phrase, "I'm surrounded by idiots" seems to fit here. My boss is an imbecile, his assistants are nigh brain dead, and I'm left listening to their inane chatterbitchin' while they sit on their butts. The assitants were promoted to their positions because no one else would take the job--yet they seem to think they know what they are doing.... it's sad, really. And my boss is like a grain of sand in your bathing suit. When it's there, it bothers you.

I used to enjoy my job. It really used to be fun. Now, I dread going in, cuz I know I'll have to deal with those 3 asses. None of them are qualified to be training people. *sigh* Must get new job must get new job must get new job!

On a lighter note, I'm still trying to deal with the odd relationship I have forged over a year with this guy in another state. It just gets weirder and weirder. I don't really know how to classify it, since I'm celibate, but there is something to it.

In the past, I've taken human "pets" instead of boyfriends. This provides me with polarity, while keeping them at a distance. Seems like I can't get out of the habit of taking pets. And I can't have more than one at a time, or my brain malfunctions and ends up hurting one of them. It's like a type of monogomy (did i spell that right... ? I'm having a blonde experience); however, I don't have a problem with them having real relationships with someone else. I have no idea why.... I'll delve into those issues some other day. The pets usually don't have other relationships, though, and rely on me for attention/affection. I don't mind, but I always have this worry that they're going to want to be more than a pet, despite what they know I feel. I've had several guys give me the "someday you'll find the 'one'" speech, and I just roll my eyes and walk on. What's so hard to grasp about celibacy? Why can't those guys just accept it and leave me the hell alone?

Are they unconsciously trying to get me to assimilate into humanity? So many questions... and all begging more.

I don't have time to ponder this right now. I'll save it for my offline journal--which is overly stuffed with this same sort of babbling.