Bones.

Dear noisy ass client in the computer lab,

I understand your pumped full of various chemicals and haven’t slept for days. That doesn’t mean you can march your ass in here as you please irritating me to the highest degree.

The door bell rings every time you enter and exit my office. Each time your ass walks in and out of that door pacing like a fucking caged lion ready to shit itself, i want to take that damn door bell and bash you in the fucking head with it. Lovely, now you are talking to yourself in a irate manner while you make stupid random beep noises. I AM ABOUT TO THROW A FUCKING CHAIR AT YOUR FACE.

Pissy.

The one thing i extremely dislike about the working world is how hard i have to bite my tongue. Playing miss fake for 8 to 4, 5 mother fucking days a week,  has become a heavy stress that is wearing thin on me.

I know i am not allowing to vent and express my frustrations with work because it is unprofessional and i could easy get either written up or even terminated if my job ever got a hold of it. I just need to bite down on my teeth and breathe, up until my hot head cools the fuck down. I NEED this job to support my family and i cannot slip up due to my temper having a low tolerance for bullshit.

Please 2012, calm yo tits.