okay, i've been off here for a long time...
getting caught up on all my home shit... have dishes piled up from the last time i posted on here ... sifting through christmas and birthday loot ... trying to save my house from a testosterone saturated chihuahua who thinks i'm his bitch and tries to protect me from my other dog by growling his bug-eyed little brains out... oy...
i want to buy a house... that sounds like a kind of freedom i want... hmm hmm...
there's a bitch at work who makes me feel like crap... she treats me as though she expects me to apologize for some heinous wrong i committed against her... she treats everything i say as an insult to her intelligence... and i'll be goddamned if i'm about to have some pseudo-cathartic fight followed by a bullshit kissey-makeup thing... she's done that with everyone else on the staff and become friends with them... like she needs to break a person down and test them before she gives them any respect... and she's staff... she isn't mentally ill... at least she's not diagnosed ... she can go fuck herself... i won't lower myself to give her the satisfaction... sanctimonious bitch...
vent vent vent...
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okay... i feel better... shit the clients say still makes the job worth it...
client: "it's Freaky Friday!"
me: "so far it doesn't seem any freakier than usual..."
client: "that's freaky enough!"
getting caught up on all my home shit... have dishes piled up from the last time i posted on here ... sifting through christmas and birthday loot ... trying to save my house from a testosterone saturated chihuahua who thinks i'm his bitch and tries to protect me from my other dog by growling his bug-eyed little brains out... oy...
i want to buy a house... that sounds like a kind of freedom i want... hmm hmm...
there's a bitch at work who makes me feel like crap... she treats me as though she expects me to apologize for some heinous wrong i committed against her... she treats everything i say as an insult to her intelligence... and i'll be goddamned if i'm about to have some pseudo-cathartic fight followed by a bullshit kissey-makeup thing... she's done that with everyone else on the staff and become friends with them... like she needs to break a person down and test them before she gives them any respect... and she's staff... she isn't mentally ill... at least she's not diagnosed ... she can go fuck herself... i won't lower myself to give her the satisfaction... sanctimonious bitch...
vent vent vent...
...
okay... i feel better... shit the clients say still makes the job worth it...
client: "it's Freaky Friday!"
me: "so far it doesn't seem any freakier than usual..."
client: "that's freaky enough!"
jeez, it seems like whatever you do, there's always gotta be someone at work who's nothing but drama.
a writer eh? what kind of stuff do you write?