it would be less than sufficient to say that i hate my job. it is, bar none, the worst job i have ever had. worse than the job where i had to handle old people's calloused, corn-ridden, fungus-infected, smelly feet. worse than the job where i ran myself ragged for measly tips and severely burned my hand on hot oil. worse, even, than the job where i worked for my MOM. (just kidding on that last one.) this job is the most soul-sucking, disparaging, heart-wrenching job on the face of this earth. i feel so uncreative, so desolate, so unlike myself when i am here. it is turning me into a bitter and lifeless shell of my former self. the point would be moot to say that i don't like what i do for 8 hours a day.

so. here's the way to dig out. i look for jobs every day, and i have made the decision to start a winter project of cake baking and deorating. i keep talking about it, but putting it on here will make me actually do it. i'll be baking and decorating as much as possible in order to create a portfolio and decide if i really do want to do it as a career. so i'm going to be getting tools and supplies within the next few weeks, and working on cakes. i'll post pictures up here whenever i do a new one. but i promise that this won't turn into a cake blog (though it might be more interesting if it did.)

i have to find a way to get out of this job as soon as i can. otherwise, i'm gonna go milton and burn it to the ground. there's only so much that we suppressed office drones can take.

allow me to end this stupid and asinine post by giving you a gift: one of the greatest interviews i have ever read in my whole life.