So working lately these days have pushed me to hate kids. I want nothing to do with them at all. I hate them. They hate me. I just think everyone doesn't like me. Or so that's how it feels. When I just need to vent, I can't even do that without being bitched at for that. But whatever. It's obvious how I'm always listening to everyone vent. I don't even get to vent. I've had to spend yet another day being forced to watch a stupid kid. I hate him right now. He has no respect. Yes, he may be 3, but blah. I hate him. He hates me. So the feeling is mutual I guess. I want nothing to do with him for a while. Elsewise I will just strangle him someday... Well that's just a dream. I'm exhausted from trying to take care of him, when I do not want to. I want to work the front desk. That's what I was freaking asked to do when I was first hired. Nothing about fucking babysitting. Nothing!! I want to just work the front desk... But Rachel wants me to fucking babysit her stupid kid who hates me. I hate it. Emotionally I can't handle that. Not one bit.
Nights like this makes me wish I had Tuck and Roll... They sure made me feel like I mattered when everyone else ignores me...