It's not the end of the day
, the time I normally write my daylogs. It's 1:46
pm in the afternoon and I sit at work and at this point I don't give a damn if my supervisor sees that I am goofing off
. I should just walk out of here and never look back. That's what I keep thinking as I sit here bored out of my mind
. I know I could be doing better than this. I know it. I can't stand these people I am working with, their stupid pathetic little conversations about nailpolish and hair dyes and whatever! ARGH!
Please, if there is a god, let something very large and heavy fall onto the heads of my co-workers
so that they may be squashed and die. Demented? Maybe. I don't care
Okay, my bitchfest
is over. But I still haven't decided whether I should go through two more torturous hours or just get the hell out of here
. I'm usually more tolerant than this, but I could be doing so much more. Screw this!