Two years ago today I started my career. The thought of having to work 38-43 more years makes me want to walk into oncoming traffic.

Remember when your teachers used to tell you that you could be anything you wanted when you grew up?

…what a crock of shit that was.

I’m pretty sure when I was asked what I wanted to be when I was older my answer was probably not: “I want to sit at a desk all day and type meaningless correspondences with a-hole customers that I don’t give two shits about.”

Holy freakin christ. I’m in such a bad mood right now i could punt a kitten into next tuesday… I freakin spilled coffee on my slacks on the way to work today and now i’m going to have to walk around all day as “that guy with stains on his crotch”… Its rainy as piss right now and death by drowning myself in the mens toilet is looking better and better each minute. Wheres a blunt object when you need one.