Lemme just start off by saying that I'm writing this from work. This job is torture. I couldn't be less happy. Misery is too simple of a word to descibe this agony. I want out. I want to leave this pit and do something interesting. I have no motivation. I get no rewards. There are no real challenges, and the challenges that occasionally crop up aren't the kind I enjoy dealing with. I guess I'll just continue waiting and hoping for something more enjoyable.

It will happen...eventually. I just hope this job hasn't made me too damn stupid by then.