hatred rears an ugly head
you've made it your mission to make my life a living hell. why? you're wrong. admit it. stop blaming me for things that are not my mistakes. i did not make the mistake. you did. you hate your job, it shows. don't take it out on the interns. i only work there 4 hours a week. 4 hours. i've learned a lot, no thanks to you. but when i ask you a simple question on the meaning of one symbol on the computer and you lash out at me, it takes a lot of self control not to scream back at you. yes i've been here for five sessions. that is 20 hours. but i'm not trained to use the computer. i'm not specifically taught to use the computer. i'm an unpaid intern you fucker. i mostly file papers and do menial tasks. people teach me if they are having me do something on the computer. i remember what i've been taught. you have no right to tell me that i should never come back if i don't know the meaning of that symbol. how do you think i learned some of the other symbols? by asking people. i'm trying to lessen the workload, i don't have to take the initative, i could just stand around and do the required minimum. i know you don't like interns. you yelled at me for being an intern two weeks ago. and then you greeted me today by asking me how late was i to my shift. i came at 2. the radio said it was 2 when i turned the car off. my watch said two. my cell phone said 2. just because your computer clock is five minutes fast does not mean that if you went on break at 2 by the computer clock and i wasn't there yet, that i was late. i really hate you and i hope that one day after this quarter we meet again. i want to become your boss and make your life a living hell, the same way you do to me every time i have a shift with you.