( Picture of the offending shoes under the cut... )

( A fight over shoes took up 3/4 of my day... )

 You ever have one of those moments when you wonder why the hell you put up with a situation? Where you start to wonder if screaming weren't actually a solution to the situation?

( Work, writing, and why the hell am I here anyway? )

 You know I try to be nice and polite at work. I do not scream when everyone is talking so loud around me that I can't understand the customer on the phone. I don't say anything when one of the phone coworkers hasn't come in all week and we're short by another person already (due to them being on vacation). I don't say anything when they change ( Read more... )

Gah. Why does my job have to piss me off any time I'm actually happy? It has become this thing. I'm happy for whatever reason and someone comes along and pisses me off. Sometimes it is over something so petty that I'd swear it was totally just to wipe the smile off my face. Why? What's so wrong with me being happy? Is there a good reason to make me ( Read more... )