I feel that my job may be detrimental to my occupational health. No...I am not exposed to radiation (anymore). I don't really perform any heavy lifting. I just generally don't like my job. I guess that's the deal though, right? You grow up, finish school, and dislike your job. I guess you could call me a "scientist" by trade. But what I have really grown up to be is a personal assistant from and overeducated ivy leaguer with not a clue. This is the kind of person that thinks a weeks worth of work should take a day, that everyone can afford health insurance regardless of the crappy wages my team is being paid, and who is the first to blame someone else when this person screwed up. I know these are the same gripes most people have about their jobs. I know I am not the only one but it is all a little new to me and a bit of a downer. I started life ready to conquer the world and I'll be damned if someone with a degree from "Cornell, Yale and Harvard" is going to beat me down because I have a graduate degree from a public university. I am not on a road to mediocrity. Although, I have taken a liking to some bad television. I mean BAD television. This is sort of a new thing for me. It happened once I met the boy and finished my career in academia. I made the huge leap to a crappy job and tons of bad television. Everyday I tell myself I am not going to go home and plop in front of the tube but it's like a drug. It calls to me after the end of a work day and a long trip to the dog park. I sit back while the boy cooks dinner (I hate to cook-if he didn't we'd both starve) and am lured into wondering things like....What ever happened to Toni Tony Tone?, Who are the top ten metrosexuals out of 100?, why does Carmen Electra love Dave Navarro so much? She's seen all of his crappy tattoos, right? These are the questions I start to ponder at about 7:00 pm every night. I also wonder if I could be the next millionaire? I am pretty damn good at that game. SO much so I may have to get it on my cell phone (not really but I'll be damned if I don't shout the answers out at the top of my lungs. My neighbors think I have turrets). Don't get me wrong. I am not some slob who does nothing all day but watch soaps and eat bon bons. I work out. I have a good sense of humor. I have been told that I am pretty (not just by my mom either. She tells me I am "attractive." that's her passive aggressive way of telling me that she hates my tattoos). The truth is that I just like to watch some bad television. Some people are addicted to smack. I have a mild addiction to bad BAD BAD television. Is that so wrong?