i think somebody loved me once but i cannot remember why

i love postsecret.com. 
today at work, nothing is getting accomplished. it's all very exciting. well no. i got an email over the weekend from the boss'sboss'sboss. he said that the future contracts look promising, right. well mason just told me that he got another email this morning from b.b.boss saying he wants to call later and discuss contracts. WAY TO GO GUY FOR BRAGGING ABOUT BEING STUCK IN A SHITTY JOB AND SHITTIER POSITION. the thing is, i don't want to do this job. i don't want to do the other job lined up. basically i think all jobs suck. i don't want to stay home and sleep all day either. HA! 
i had a fleeting thought again what if i rejoined the stupid army? if it was not for the four years contract i would. obviously the idiot government figured out that they had to enforce a life or death contract that prevents people from quitting when the job sucks. i miss some things though. i enjoyed going to motor stables and crawling under the humvees. i loved my smoke breaks outside the motor pool and sipping on a red bull all morning. being a driver was one of the funnest things. whereas everyone else was scrambling to schedule appointments or bullshit reasons to not go to the mopo, i fucking loved it. that was probably because i had the shittiest job in the entire army at the office. it was like 'sure, i will take getting beat with a hammer repeatedly instead of standing naked in a fire'. a lose lose. 
dont worry. i wont ever reenlist in the military unless they decide no more contracts. I NEED TO BE FREEEEEEE. but in the meantime, this job fucking sucks.
and the creepy, fat, old forty-something year old guys that stare me down all day are making me want to vomit. somebody come save me.