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I am SO sick of my fucking boss. She drives me up a wall. Thank god for my inanely soft voice that nobody can seem to hear ever when I talk under my breath (or even when I talk normally), because if she heard some of the things I say aloud to myself about her... UGH. Article on AOL news today talked about how being intelligent is basically useless in the working world, which I can attest to because I deal with it on a daily basis - idiots in positions of power who sit around twiddling their thumbs all day, while the smart people work their asses off and can't catch a break. My left shoulder is killing me again. It's definitely a stress thing; it only hurts when I'm freaking out about things. The fact that today made me want to kill people doesn't help. Thank god I get paid tomorrow.
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