Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Work

I hate working in an office.
I hate the fact that there's always that one bitchy person.
I hate that I'm the peon of the place.
I hate when people leave here or retire they still feel the need to come back and visit.
I hate when people come back people always say "OH! You look so great!"
Did they look like shit before?

I hate that there is some unwritten rule here.
I hate that if you speak your mind or state an opinion you're breaking that unwritten rule.
I hate my co-workers, minus a few.
I hate how catty the grown women I work with are.
I hate that I'm the youngest worker here.
They always assume I'm a dumb ass.

I hate that it's so beige here.
I hate that I do all the work but yet I'm never thanked.
I hate that I keep showing up to work.
I hate that I have to get the mail when there are people whose job it is to deliver it.
I hate that I'm always forced to eat at potlucks.
No I don't like your fruit salad with Cool Whip, stop asking.

I hate my job.
I hate driving to work.
I hate waking up for work.
I hate sending emails at work.
I absolutely hate answering the phone.
At your age, why is your mother calling me about why you haven't received anything about grad school yet?

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