This week has been going great. Perfect even. Granted my sleeping pattern is linked to that of a fussy hungry 2 week old baby but I’ve done pretty darn well, getting up, fighting my tiredness and moving my ass to get to work and do a bloody good job. This week has been crazy, I can’t believe it’s Thursday already. I’m looking forward to the weekend but I also want the week to slow down. A lot down so that I can finish what I need to and just know that my 3 days off next week won’t be surrounded by nit wits who tell me how to do my job properly when I should be off chilling and relaxing.
I would like to point out to some that their patronizing behaviour has really got to stop. I’m not a child. Fair enough, I am younger than you but your nursery school teachings and “Oh well done Dannii” for something a 2 year old can do doesn’t make me needing gold star attention. I also don’t need to be told what to do and how to do it. If something is down on the internet, I know darn well myself of what to do about it. I’ve been here longer than you and know how to solve the problem. Stop telling me otherwise.
It really fucks me off no end when you use that brain of use for bad intentions and make me feel shit. I don’t think you realise you do it. Can you just stop? Think about other people apart from you and you only. I don’t care how you treat other people and how you make other people feel, but we’re on the same team and if you don’t stop I really will have a breakdown, possibly with the aim of magically firing imaginary darts into your head. I can’t constantly deal with it.
So stop and piss off.
If it is so hard for you to register, I think you should consider a career change to something like a primary school teacher. I think you will feel right at home there.
I’m going for a cigarette.