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my job makes me a bad person. i spend most hours on the floor quite moody (though i've mastered the art of self-infliction), and either annoyingly cynical or, worse, perhaps, relationally apathetic. when i get home, i realize that i don't like myself very much, because of things i've said or done. for some reason i cannot fully understand as yet, the simple act of stepping through that particular door transforms me into a petty person.
a petty person who whines a lot, even if she camouflages it with humor.
and when i say "my job makes me a bad person," what i really mean is "i let my job make me a bad person."
and that is so very disappointing.
a petty person who whines a lot, even if she camouflages it with humor.
and when i say "my job makes me a bad person," what i really mean is "i let my job make me a bad person."
and that is so very disappointing.