All Night Mambo!

Sweet Jesu! I have to get out. Out I tell you!

Today, my boss handed me a list of meetings for the next six months. She wanted me to schedule the conference room and send out the Outlook invites.

I panicked. I started to get all tense. I couldn't focus. I wanted to cry. Just thinking about being here another six months almost made me lose it. I *have* to start looking for work. I can't keep sitting on my laurels, or I'm gonna freak the fuck out on my co-workers when I least expect it.

The thing is, I have to hard a time focusing at work to job search on the sly. And when I get home, there's enough to distract me, to make me feel like it's not all that pressing.

Any bright ideas on getting me of my ass? (Aside from - quit whining and do it.)