the more things change...the more they stay the same?
i love my life, but i hate my fucking job. hate it. i hate these people. i hate how they treat me. i hate overhearing them talk about me.
i'm not some awful catty person. ESPECIALLY not at work. i'm nice, i'm kind, i do good work. i'm no dummy. and yet it feels like job after job i am punished for something i just can't comprehend. is being nice a sin in the working world? is the only way to get attention to be the catty, gossipy person?
i mean c'mon i work with people who tuck football jerseys into their jeans...that's more of a crime than anything i do. ;) i should have gotten photographic proof today, it really is priceless.
i wish i didn't need money to live and to have the life i want. i wish i could find some mindless job that would not require an hour and a half commute (each way) to a hellllholle.
i'm not some awful catty person. ESPECIALLY not at work. i'm nice, i'm kind, i do good work. i'm no dummy. and yet it feels like job after job i am punished for something i just can't comprehend. is being nice a sin in the working world? is the only way to get attention to be the catty, gossipy person?
i mean c'mon i work with people who tuck football jerseys into their jeans...that's more of a crime than anything i do. ;) i should have gotten photographic proof today, it really is priceless.
i wish i didn't need money to live and to have the life i want. i wish i could find some mindless job that would not require an hour and a half commute (each way) to a hellllholle.