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Gotta love this weather... nothing like dark, cloudy, cold weather to get me in a weird mood. But I love it damnit, its a beautiful thing. I think I will start killing people soon, or perhaps just most the people I work with. This one broad at work MUST be a manic depressive bipolar schizo... if that combination is even possible... but Im sure she is. She's driving me out of my mind. I feel sorry for people who have been abused, emotionally, physically, whatever... but there's some point in your life when you just have to get help for yourself. She neglects to do so and is 32 years old, sounds like a 12 year old, and has more mood swings then Elizabeth Taylor has husbands... bad analogy, but you get the point. I just feel that maybe it's my duty to kill her off, except I seriously doubt I could handle her whining when I kill her.
But really now, I blame my fellow employees for slowly driving me insane... between the liars, thieves and mentally ill people who work there, I feel like Im starting to adapt to their behavior. And yes, there really is a schizophrenic girl who works there. She's nice enough, until she starts having screaming matches with herself... which includes changing her voice to a man's tone and yelling. One time, a customer was looking at plants and she asked if we knew one of our employees was talking to herself in a different voice. That was amusing for the mere fact that it's hard to say to someone "yes, we know she's schizo, but we hired her anyway". The fun and insanity is out of control there... it's good for my soul I guess, until I am institutionalized.
But really now, I blame my fellow employees for slowly driving me insane... between the liars, thieves and mentally ill people who work there, I feel like Im starting to adapt to their behavior. And yes, there really is a schizophrenic girl who works there. She's nice enough, until she starts having screaming matches with herself... which includes changing her voice to a man's tone and yelling. One time, a customer was looking at plants and she asked if we knew one of our employees was talking to herself in a different voice. That was amusing for the mere fact that it's hard to say to someone "yes, we know she's schizo, but we hired her anyway". The fun and insanity is out of control there... it's good for my soul I guess, until I am institutionalized.