WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
I’m going to pull out all my hair today. I can’t take it. I’m not trying to sound like a whiney baby but sorta I am. Not only do I feel totally immoral about my job, but they are also annoying the freaking crap out of me. Every time the phone rings I go a little bit more insane. By the end of today I’m sure I’ll be drooling all over myself and possibly talking to my toes like they will talk back. Actually that sounds pretty fun. As if all that wasn’t enough, I keep getting e-mails from my supervisor telling me all the things I just did that were wrong. Ummmmmmmmm….seriously? I’m in kindergarten only I get paid for it and I’m angrier and I can buy booze legally and I don’t get a nap unless I go hide in the bathroom. Oh but if I do that well I get an e-mail asking why I wasn’t at my desk for a whole five minutes. I’m running away. They’ll never find me. I might leave little clues, maybe a shoe or a drawing of me fork stabbing myself.
I just got a pimple. I’m not even joking, it wasn’t there 30 minutes ago. This is the stress I’m under!
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Yeah. That’s right. I said it.
Now I have to go draw a smiley face for someone because they are having a bad day. Where’s my fracking smiley face, huh? HUH?
I just got a pimple. I’m not even joking, it wasn’t there 30 minutes ago. This is the stress I’m under!
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Yeah. That’s right. I said it.
Now I have to go draw a smiley face for someone because they are having a bad day. Where’s my fracking smiley face, huh? HUH?