2003-10-23 - 4:54 p.m.
I could just cry. My stupid boss, the one who screwed me [scroll down to the last entry] a while back, has done it again. And this after three days of covering her ass, being both her and the receptionist.
Fuck you, lady. I have been nothing but accommodating for you, and you've been a complete shit. You haven't made move one to tell me what will happen when you retire. You're still hoarding information, you're still telling me less than the truth, and this time I'm not taking it. I'm copying the damned globe on this mail. Feel like screwing me? I'll strap one on and poke you right back.
This is one side of my personality that is *not* pretty. I forgive mistakes very easily up to a specific point. Once you've hit that point, forget it. It's not going to happen. Only J, my mom and one of my former roommates have really experienced this. The roommate pissed me off to such an extent that I actually dreamt about slapping her once. I used to scream into my pillows living with J. And tonight? Whoo boy, I'll be working out like a motherfucker. Geologist is picking me up at 6:30 (we're transitioning into friendship, which is great), so I've got about an hour to get rid of this tension.
Steps to relieve pressure (kiddies, cover your eyes):
1. 30 hardcore minutes on the elliptical trainer
2. Fresh "C" batteries in Mr. Buzzy
4. Too many beers
It's good to have a plan.
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