Yes, thank you, give me a negotiation task without giving me any power to offer anything, then get pissy when I have the person talk to you about it. Eleven days is not going to be enough time off. Why didn’t I ask for two weeks?
Got into a big fight with Mom. Got pulled over by a cop because my tabs are expired. Came home, took an Excedrin and opened my Ash Hollow Four Horsemen red. Yep. Almost done with the bottle. Fuck everyone.
I can’t possibly make it through this last shift at work before my vacation. I feel like I’ve stepped off a cliff into an ocean of anxiety. My brain feels sparse, non-existent. All day I feel like I can sleep, then it gets dark out and thoughts weasel their way through my head, bore through my body like worms under the skin and I wake up at 3am, unable to go back to sleep. It’s easy to blame the employee who let my client fall and break her leg, starting all of this craziness. It’s easy to hate her and not want her to be a part of our team. I was going to say something about how I should be more forgiving because it wasn’t a malicious act, but it was just the pinnacle of everything I hate about co-workers, so I’m going to go ahead and stick with hating her. The end.
If you smoke, sorry, I hate you. You stink. It’s disgusting. If you bitch about not being able to smoke in public, I hate you even more. Fuck you.
