ihateyousomuchrightnow
monday, september 10, 2001
i can't stand this guy at work. i wish i could convey just how much we don't mesh. it's like i'm a scab he just can't stop himself from picking at. he lovvvves pushing ppl, but as soon as you push back he takes offense and gets pissy. i can't figure out how to tread around him. in fact, i don't want to figure out how to tread around him at all.
i just want to pin him to the ground and punch him till he's out for the count. heh. not a very rational reaction, especially not in comparison to the seemingly small problems we seem to be having, but that is still what i feel inside. it doesn't help that i'm in the midst of a depression that makes me want to stay in bed all day and night and life and have too much classes/work to do this week to concentrate on petty shit, either.
every pebble becomes a mountain, and i look for the quickest solution, and really, punching him out once and for all would probably be the quickest solution if it would save me from having him piss me off every few hours, but whatever. instead, i plug my headphones straight into my machine and cocoon right in this very office. it's the best i can do.
i want to write a piece for this issue about depression, and how our student health offices on campus can't offer very speedy help to those in need, but of course i can't muster up the energy. ironic, i think. i'll just push up my volume a bit and pretend i'll write it later. i want to go home and take a nap because i have 5 classes tomorrow and will be working past midnight after that, but i know if i leave i might not come back and i need to work past midnight tonight as well.
whatever. no win situation. maybe i can get the guy to punch me out instead? now there's a solution. snerk. whatever. cin cin. :)�� 7:33 p.m.
