I am shortbread kiddie number 323. I am thankful for my job, it will get rid of that last little bit of hope I have in my life, which it is pointless to have cause the world be a nasty place, yes? The second week was much worse than the first, the work becoming six hours of putting stickers on boxes. Not difficult, but soul destroyingly, arse nummingly boring. Was at a party yesterday and today, didn't get too drunk, only a little bit. Someone phoned me, they are cool. I can't remember what the general discussion was, too pissed, but I remember saying "no" and "arse" a lot. Twas fun. Now Im bored because theres no one here, I've become used to being around lots of people all the time, now Im myself. And I don't like it. Back to work tomorrow, probably do made work again, work that is just put there for the surplus workers, that don't affect the running of the factory in any way. Joy-gasm.