Amid a crappy economy, I somehow managed to finagle a job interview. Yay me! (Or “Yay” my sister’s boyfriend who got me the in.) But, I won’t get too excited because from what I hear there are 100 other applicants. I’m hoping my stunningly awesome personality will set me apart from the most likely much more qualified competition. HA HA!

And it couldn’t come a moment too soon because my job now is sucking the life out of me. For reals. I’ve lost my passion for everything I once enjoyed – knitting, writing, my boyfriend – all I want to do now is sit on the couch and watch crappy reality TV shows like the “Bad Girls Club.” It’s only a matter of time until I’m watching “The Bachelor,” covered in empty Ben & Jerry’s pints while drooling on myself. Yeah, it’s THAT bad.

I know I should be thankful I even have a job, blah blah blah, but this job is on a fast track to killing me. Literally. I’ve grown to hate every aspect of my job and with no vacation days, personal days, sick days, or holi-days to recoup and recover, I’ve become a giant burn-out. I’ve been considering alcoholism as a remedy but I can’t afford the booze, what with cigarettes now $8 per pack.

Yesterday may have been my breaking point when I discovered my paycheck bounced and instead of trying to rectify the situation, by bosses dilly-dallied, BSed, and dragged their feet. Don’t forget, I am the ONLY employee. If they were having trouble with payroll, they could have easily talked to me about it and we could have worked something out instead of doing nothing and leaving my bank account severely overdrawn and wracked with overdraft fees.

I was promised that a new check including overdraft fees would be cut for me today so we’ll see but so help me god, I am one tiny aggravation away from meltdown. Especially since it’s not just my money they’re fucking with now, it’s my boyfriend’s, too, and heaven knows you really don’t want to mess with my boyfriend and his money. He’s one mean mother-effer when it comes to his money. I really don’t want to send him and my dad into my office to shake down my bosses.

But anyway, wish me luck! I’m gonna need it.

One thing I’ve noticed about having a job I hate is that I literally CHERISH the days when I’m not at the office. Things have just worse since my reneged firing back in June. Really bad. So bad that while most people fantasize about things of an adult nature, my fantasies have revolved around me quitting my job, me handing in my two-weeks notice, and me telling Mean Boss to take a hike. It’s so bad, those Careerbuilder.com ads with the guy dressed as all different people telling himself to quit his job makes me tear.

I’m singlehandedly making three newspapers each week and now my boss wants me to spend more time working on the one newspaper I don’t have to do. I don’t even have the assistance of a typist anymore. I understand times are tough, and that’s fine, but you’d think I would at least get a smidgen of appreciation from Mean Boss. Quite the contrary, he not only yelled at me for going to school and not doing his work on Monday afternoons, he wants me to design the newspaper’s website, FOR FREE, AT HOME.

It’s too much. I’m so burnt out I could explode.

My dad wants me to apply at JetBlue, who are hiring ticket counter and gates agents. “You don’t have to take it, but just apply,” he said.

One of my professors also made the class hand in copies of our resumes and mock cover letters. The only comment on mine was “nice job.” She also told me to remove my WPM typing speed because it might relegate me to jobs below my value. No matter, now I have a nice revised resume that has been looked over by a practicing attorney. That should enhance my job search. Oh yeah, and did I mention I should have a degree come January?

New job, I know you’re out there. I’m going to find you! Soon! Damn it!