The only time I can relax or be a human being is if I go next door to Denny's for lunch or when I'm home for the day. When I'm not at work, I want nothing to do with the people at my job. They still give me shit about their cut-rate overtime situation and yet each day I step up to the plate and hit it out of the park. The problem is the fact that people aren't pulling their own god damned weight. At the end of my day, I checked the productivity report and found out that half the office averaged about forty to fifty applications. Three people made it into triple digit territory. If everyone knew how to pick up the pace, there wouldn't be any need for these "overtime" hours.

In other news, I'm wondering if my gnawing stomach could be due to gall stones. From what I know, gall stones are far more painful than this so most likely I'm barking up the wrong tree. I some research and discovered that 99% of the time doctors just shrug and say they don't know what's wrong and say there's nothing that can be done for the patient. Of course doctors don't care, it's not their pain.

For the first time in a long time, I wondered if I was just hallucinating all this (shitty well-paying job) in a coma and I was slowly becoming aware of the real, waking world around me. One day I might wake up, I'm back in New Jersey, the date is August 2001 and everything that's happened to me in Colorado fades in an instant. The abdominal pain is from not getting as much morphine as I did when I was admitted to Overlook.