DEAR DIARY
Yesterday was Monday….had my hands full, barely had time for coffee and forgot to breath on a number of occassions. Thank God we get to go home.Tuesday…I’m bored. I have nothing to do. If these asses didn’t make a big deal about the last piece of paper that needed to be stapled NOW and to be filed NOW and to be archived NOW, then maybe i would have had something to do today.Tomorrow….who knows, a re-run of either Monday or Tuesday, such is life, gotta roll with the punches. I swear i did not sign up for this. Oh, diary, does it ever end?
The one and only,
“I hate my job”
Ps: Diary, what the hell possessed me to take this dead-end, low paying, soul-sucking, kill-me-now-before-i-do-something-stupid job in the first place?