Fucking Blogger

Ganked me for the post I had originally written about my immense tiredness. Bitches! Anyway, I'm just as tired as I was when I first posted but now I'm annoyed because fucking Blogger ate the shit. I was thinking about how when people ask you how you are doing and you say fine. You're lying because you may be unmotivated, restless, tired, stupefied at the fact that you still work in a place you hate, or something else. I realized that I don't answer fine when folks ask me how I'm doing. I'll say: I'm tired, I'm hungover, I'm sleepy, or I want to go home. Why lie? I'm gonna keep telling the truth. It's what I do.

Also, I was thinking about how your energy changes when you're near someone you hate. Case in point I was graced with the appearance of the most hoetrocious piece of White Trash I've ever had the displeasure of being around. Also known as the White Trash Receptionist. She was "assisting" her group with something that required her to be in my immediate area.

I could not stop cringing or rolling my eyes. I finally said to myself, "Hey, you're giving her more power than she deserves with your response" I stopped cringing after that. I also realized that the bitch is scared of me. As she should be, because if I was a few years dumber I'd wait for her ass outside and do it old school. Give her the funky fresh beatdown.

I really don't like her. Mainly for the fact that she's a ridiculous brown noser who is inept and woefully unprofessional. But still manages to get over despite the fact she contributes nothing at all.

But that's the way it always is in organizations such as mine. The crap always rises to the top. The good shit stays on the bottom or flees to save their sanity. Which is what I intend to do.

Later………………………