I realize that I always seem to be complaining... →[More:]but I really miss you guys.

I'm breaking some imaginary law right now. I was put on probation last week. My crime?

Well, it wasn't that juicy. I was put on a "performance improvement plan" at work. You know, the job that makes me miserable? Yes, a 45 day PIP.

In the event that my performance does not improve I will be summarily dismissed.

I spent last Wednesday discussing this with my therapist (knowing the talk was to come on Thursday). Survival v. Pride.

If I don't have the job, I need the unemployment. A job, is better than no job. I think. But either way -- if I leave I either need to have another job or I need to get fired.

I've never been fired from a "real" job.

Now, my email is apparently monitored. Or so the really "know it all" colleague informed me. I wouldn't necessarily believe her (half of the stuff that comes out of her mouth is made up) my Mozilla Firefox suddenly stopped working.

So, I can't surf at work. When I do -- I have to use crappy IE.

I'm sure I haven't been missed. Hell, I don't even get shout-outs anymore...its okay. I'm not that hurt (well, maybe a little...).

But I miss you guys and this place. I get home and all I want to do is smoke cigarettes and hang out with Herb Tarlick and have a few minutes of bliss.

That's all.

Back to the seventh layer of hell.