hallelujah i'm a spaz
i've been trying to act as odiously as possible over the last few days because the fucking clay and glass festival is causing my neighborhood to become a parking lot full of fat boorish middle-class idiots who loudly admire all our houses and even (this happened one year) come into our yards because they mistakenly believe they've walked into an
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Sometimes at work you are worse than Henry, and often it's not fun working with you. You seem to make things out to be worse, much worse, than they actually are. You complain a lot, and your negativity is contagic. It's also unhealthy. Last week you complained that none of the other junior staff/wingspreaders seemed to want you around, but I think the situation is the exact opposite--you seem to not want to be around them, and IF they don't want you around it's because you're often no fun to be around. But you have the capability to make things more enjoyable if you choose to utilize that capability.
I'm not saying there aren't things to complain about--as you know, I'm a bit offended at the way Henry is treating me too, and if things keep up the way they are, I'll make a complaint about it, probably to Michael. But your own fake-teenagery-angst only makes it worse. Lighten up, and stop living in some twisted dark fantasy punishment world you create for yourself. Life really can be better than all your self-serving complaining would have it be.
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