Like anyone I have my good days and my not so good days...
...Today was the latter. So I am going to vent.
Brace yourselves.
My day sucked monkey balls (BIG ONES!). Mainly because I spent a majority of my day biting my tongue while further repressing 11-years worth of utter disgust for the pathetic wastes of life that are my bosses.
All for the sake of keeping a job I despise.
As if that wasn't enough, I was also forced to continue yesterday’s task of trying to salvage my sanity from the long-term effects of being surrounded by obscene amounts of stupid. (Multitasking at its best)
You never really know how truly damaging stupid is until you find yourself wading around in it for a decade, or so. At that point, gamma radiation looks sexy.
In short, the whole day left me wanting to hit someone...repeatedly.
So with that said, I have to ask this; just in case someone here knows...What the f*** is wrong with people?
Does everyone (except me apparently) just wake up in the morning and think "Hmmm, I need a pick me up. I think I will belittle and demean someone's existence today" or "Today seems like a good day to be and a**hole...I think I'll do that!"
Seriously.
I thought it was going to be a good day.
The day started off well enough. I woke up (always a good sign), my mind felt refreshed, my mood was at level and I was feeling good. Then I went to work. I should know better, I really should. This not my first rodeo.
After 11-years I should know what to expect, I should have just called in. (Never fails, 20/20 hindsight vision)
Yet I didn't.
Why you may ask? Because unlike everyone else in that place I am responsible. Regardless of whether I like it or not, I work very hard to do a good job for that company...
...Not that anyone ever notices.
I have personal standards.
Sometimes I get the impression that my bosses get some sort of sick pleasure out of breaking my spirit. That whole "misery loves company" thing is SO SO true.
Just once I'd like to enter that place in a good mood and leave in a better one. No, not me. I can't have that.
All I have to say is 15-more credits and I can finally leave that god-forsaken hole, that my no good ex-fiancé left me trapped in.