At this job… I won’t call it my job, as I flat out refuse to own another one. It’s just a job and it’s temporary. It’s temporary. It’s temporary. It’s temporary.

Anyway, in the program I have to work in, there is a little clock that ticks off the seconds. The nice thing is I always know what time it isn’t. The bad thing is, on days that are already long, I swear I have seen that clock move backwards.