Bad Days

I'm having a pretty bad day. Work has been crap and some of my co-workers have been crappier. There's this one person who always complains about having too much work to do but never tries to finish any of it. This person would rather spend more time on facebook and msn than his job, which for the most part I don't blame him, but when I have to pick up his slack, I get pissed.

Furthermore, I've been given all the tedious and menial jobs in existence. I understand that my job description says I am to support other members of my department, but fuck, when you start taking advantage of my kindness, you get cut off. For example, today, I got to lift 30lb boxes, tape some of them, repackage others, tape them back up, and label them. It was joyous fun. But here's the best part of my day, I got to rip stickers off of a plastic box! Stickers that are next to impossible to take off. I sat there trying to peel each and every one off. Yep, this is what a universitiy degree gets you folks, a job that forces you to peel stickers off of plastic boxes.

Thank God PinkPolish and I are in constant communication via email otherwise I think I would have blown a gasket today. A few of my good friends at work have been awesome to me and giving me my space. Thank goodness for sane people.

I think I've been controlling my temper very well. The last time I completely lost it, I was completely pushed over the edge and punched two holes in a wall at home. I felt pure rage. It was kind of scary. Nobody would go near me after that incident. Maybe I'll go home and have a good cry about it. Yeah that's right, I cry. I'm not a cold, heartless creature. I have feelings too.

Anyways, that's enough bitching. Ya'll don't want to hear about that.

I went to the becah on Monday which was nice. I forgot how great the sand feels between ones toes and how the sound of the lake's waves are so soothing. I think I'll be going back up there this weekend to unwind. There was this great provincial park that had a private beach. I'd probably have to get there pretty early in the day to gte the primo spot at the far end, however, it'll be worth it. I'll pack a picnic lunch, a trashy novel, some tabloid magazines, my cowboy hat, and a cooler full of booze. Ahh, it's going to be a good weekend.