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apocalypsos) wrote2004-01-29 10:23 pm
apocalypsos) wrote2004-01-29 10:23 pm
So, yeah. The work problems.
Damn it, after today, I should be allowed to solve my problems like Keira Knightley -- with rum and bad singing and dancing around a bonfire with Johnny Depp. It's only fair, really.
I don't get it. When the hell did I get the designation "good listener"? Hell, I talk so much I'm amazed anyone can get a word in edgewise, yet for some ungodly reason, people kept coming to me today to vent about what was wrong with everybody else. I'm starting to get the impression that if the world ended today, and all that was left was me and cockroaches, the cockroaches would all line up to tell me their fucking problems.
And the worst part is, no one wants to hear anyone else's side of the story. Everyone wants to come to me and gossip like I'm some random person on the street this doesn't affect.
Look, I am not a confessional. I do not have a priest crammed inside of me, all right? (You know, if I were in a better mood, I'd make an altar-boy crack about that priest bit. Then I'd make a joke about referring to it as a "crack". Then I'd apologize and say Cthulhu made me do it.)
And all this shit they keep throwing at me about how they're all going to get the people who offended them fired? Stop that! Don't get anybody else fired. If you get any of the people who are currently arguing fired, I'm the one who suffers.
I feel a severe urge to call in tomorrow and ask for a "mental health day" just to see what everybody says. "Every single one of you is driving me nuts. I now know why postal workers snap, and it's all your fault. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go solve my problems like a normal person. With liquor, and lots of it."
*growls*
I don't get it. When the hell did I get the designation "good listener"? Hell, I talk so much I'm amazed anyone can get a word in edgewise, yet for some ungodly reason, people kept coming to me today to vent about what was wrong with everybody else. I'm starting to get the impression that if the world ended today, and all that was left was me and cockroaches, the cockroaches would all line up to tell me their fucking problems.
And the worst part is, no one wants to hear anyone else's side of the story. Everyone wants to come to me and gossip like I'm some random person on the street this doesn't affect.
Look, I am not a confessional. I do not have a priest crammed inside of me, all right? (You know, if I were in a better mood, I'd make an altar-boy crack about that priest bit. Then I'd make a joke about referring to it as a "crack". Then I'd apologize and say Cthulhu made me do it.)
And all this shit they keep throwing at me about how they're all going to get the people who offended them fired? Stop that! Don't get anybody else fired. If you get any of the people who are currently arguing fired, I'm the one who suffers.
I feel a severe urge to call in tomorrow and ask for a "mental health day" just to see what everybody says. "Every single one of you is driving me nuts. I now know why postal workers snap, and it's all your fault. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go solve my problems like a normal person. With liquor, and lots of it."
*growls*
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