Today was a miserable day.
Apparently I am a shitty employee because I put my health before my job. Ya know, it's really bad for recovering anorexics to skip meals, but according to my job I should probably just suck it up, or use a series of impossible magic tricks to get food in my belly.
Also, using logic that goes against what you boss tells you is not a good idea because having a GIANT ego combats LOGIC with like, a +20 multiplier.
On top of this I am not flexible and apparently not the same person who was promoted to underwear queen.
It was a nice, long, 15 minute ass chewing because someone was having a shitty day, so Charles was there to help me lock my rage into a tiny box that I may use at a later date to unleash apocolyptic doom.
Thanks, Charlie. You're a real pal . . . even though you're just my muse. *snuggle*
WHY DO I HAVE SUCH A USELESS, YET RIDICULOUSLY EXPENSIVE DEGREE?! I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN THIS RETAIL HELLHOLE FOREVER!!!