*sobs quietly*

This has been one of those hellish week where you WISH that you had a stomach ulcer just so that you'd have something to blame all the indigestion on.

Monday and Tuesday I was sick as a dog, and I must confess that there were portions of the day where I thought death preferable (I'm over that now). Wednesday I went back to work and everyone pissed me off (mostly brought on by the fact that I'd been out the previous day and a half and they were asking me dumb-ass questions about photocopies). Next, I had to deal with a stalker Quill vendor trying to push some office supplies up on me (jherri-curled weirdo). Then we strike upon the revelation that some skanky-ass ho in the apartment complex across the street from the office park fraudulently added a phone line to our business account last year and has been making all kinds of phone calls to prison (long story).

I was already on a "I hate this fucking job" rage for about a month, and so it all started coming to a head this week. I'll just say that I'm keeping my options open.

I stayed home yesterday because the electrician was here wiring some exterior fixtures. When I went back to work this morning I had the worst knot in my stomach. My mouth was watering from nausea, and I couldn't help but to think, "Wow, this place makes me sick!"

And it's not even the job that's so bad. It's a few lazy fucks who work there who make my life miserable.

Posted by Tiffany at December 23, 2005 04:22 PM | TrackBack