2002-08-07

imagine waking up from a night of completely bizarre dreams. you're tired. you don't want to go to work. you're seconds away from getting your period and the shit that comes with it. you're making good time. you're out of the shower. you actually make coffee instead of paying $3 for it. except the filter gets fucked up and it's full of grounds. no matter, it still tastes good and costs less. you're ready. you're moisturized. you're deodorized. you get dressed. your clothes don't fit you because you're such a cow.

so you end up being late because you have to iron some of your fat clothes. nevermind. you still look good. and it's a beautiful day. it's practically cold outside when you're in the shade. who cares if you're 40 minutes late to work? not you. least of all you.

your commute is typical. you arrive at the office less annoyed than usual.

you get to your desk. you sit down. you boot up your computer. it's slightly buggy but you're used to that. you hear someone coming...harried footsteps in your direction. you know what's coming. it happens all the time. some one comes to your hall looking for help. they're confused. they don't know where to go. they stand in the hallway halfway between your office and your annoying co-workers office. they look back and forth. "won't someone please help me???". you make the mistake of making eye contact and before you know it a wicked witch is in your doorway, making demands of you. treating you like you're her dog. someone is coping a 'tude with you first thing in the morning. your fat ass hasn't even had time to warm the worn out upholstery on your chair.

what a bitch. what a pathetic cow. do you give her what she wants? no. you ask her why she wants it. OH, this reaaaally pisses her off. in the back of your mind you know you already gave her a copy of the book she wanted. and you want to check. so you tell her to hold on a minute while you check something. she's getting flustered. her hackles are up. man, she's really starting to look like that witch from sleeping beauty right before she turns into a dragon. she's leaning into your office and pointing at you and telling you that you WILL hand it over. you hold your ground. can she even see how pissed off you are? she flips her horribly dyed hair and storms back to her office. less than a minute later she comes back...."oh, i found one", the one you gave her that's been sitting in her office for two weeks. probably on her desk.

what a way to start the day, huh? people are so stupid? does that really work? what i don't understand is how anyone can look at me and think that shit will work.

eh, she can rot in hell, can't she? yes she can. she'd better not try that shit again.

i don't work for her. she can blow me. not that i've got a penis or anything, but you know what i mean.

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