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Hi, I'm just going to be over in the corner weeping uncontrollably.
Guess what the trigger is for this particular little gem of a breakdown is? 10 crowns to the little girl who said "work." It's bad enough with all the fucking bullshit going on lately that I've had to deal with Biff. Then today he calls me from home on his day off just to bitch me out because *his* job isn't getting done. Which was enough. Then Joe, the one person there I can stand and enjoy, goes off on me about the fucking ink refill machine. On top of that, I got a nasty email from our DM directed towards me for not training Biff properly - HE'S MY GOD DAMNED MANAGER, I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TRAIN HIM!.
On top of all of this, the truck showed up late today, and I got off work 9 minutes late because of it. Not that big of a deal, right? Well, the refrigerator repairguy had to come back today with the right part, and I told him I got off work at 2 and could be here at 2:30. Do the math, now. 9 minutes late leaving, guess what time I got home? 2:39. What time did he leave? 2:35. So now I have to go another fucking weekend without...food. I just want some cold fucking juice, and I can't even have that. I was so pissed off, I wasn't paying attention and slammed my hand in the car door - hard enough to draw blood. All because of my fucking job. I hate it so much. Why is my life constantly 9 minutes late?
So yeah, all stupid shit, but I can't fucking deal with it right now. I'm sitting here bawling because I hate life so hard right now. How does this fucking happen? When exactly did my nerves get so fried? I can't...Ahhh!
Guess what the trigger is for this particular little gem of a breakdown is? 10 crowns to the little girl who said "work." It's bad enough with all the fucking bullshit going on lately that I've had to deal with Biff. Then today he calls me from home on his day off just to bitch me out because *his* job isn't getting done. Which was enough. Then Joe, the one person there I can stand and enjoy, goes off on me about the fucking ink refill machine. On top of that, I got a nasty email from our DM directed towards me for not training Biff properly - HE'S MY GOD DAMNED MANAGER, I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TRAIN HIM!.
On top of all of this, the truck showed up late today, and I got off work 9 minutes late because of it. Not that big of a deal, right? Well, the refrigerator repairguy had to come back today with the right part, and I told him I got off work at 2 and could be here at 2:30. Do the math, now. 9 minutes late leaving, guess what time I got home? 2:39. What time did he leave? 2:35. So now I have to go another fucking weekend without...food. I just want some cold fucking juice, and I can't even have that. I was so pissed off, I wasn't paying attention and slammed my hand in the car door - hard enough to draw blood. All because of my fucking job. I hate it so much. Why is my life constantly 9 minutes late?
So yeah, all stupid shit, but I can't fucking deal with it right now. I'm sitting here bawling because I hate life so hard right now. How does this fucking happen? When exactly did my nerves get so fried? I can't...Ahhh!
