I stare in the mirror for 5 minutes talking myself out of calling in sick and decide to stick my hair into a ponytail. I am tired and my hair is heavy and it takes way more effort to get it up than it should. I get the elastic firmly in place and I missed a strip of hair at the nape of my neck. Are you fucking kidding me?! Do over.
I manage to get my sorry ass to work and the snob from the 5th floor shuts the elevator as she sees me walking toward it in the parking lot. These are the people I work with. I know where you work dumb bitch! You WILL see me again.
As I sip my over sugared coffee and catch up on my emails the idiot manager from down the hall that prints at the printer by my desk, stops by and just drops papers on my desk that are not mine, but they are not his so rather than putting them back he sets them on top of the mound of work I already have. Put the papers back on the fucking printer dip shit! How did he manage to work his way into that large office with a great view when he can't read that my name is NOT on the shit he keeps handing me? I bet money the dumb bitch from the 5th floor and idiot manager would get along marvelously.
I came up with a brilliant idea while I was at the gym however. I am going to retire next year. I came up with a game plan to pay debt, so I am going to focus on that, learn to cook, and I am retiring from that prison at the age of 34 in 2013. Brilliant! Right?!
I vow to keep the house clean,
Either way I can't imagine waking up to a day like today, suffocating under the fluorescent lights of corporate Hell.
Like I said, I am not feeling it today.