Ohhhhh if I could snap my fingers...

I'd quit if I had a decent reserve set aside right now. If I didn't give a damn about flying, if I didn't like helping people, I'd quit on the spot and say "FUCK THE MONEY, DON'T NEED IT". There's no way I could keep up the pace I've been keeping up without being fucking superhuman as it is, yet I'm greeted with bullshit this morning from Jim about the time I've taken... EXCUSE ME, YOU CAN TRY TO DO EVERYTHING YOU DO AND EDIT 15 pics a day, especially during a week that we're down one. He obviously can't do math, I'm not going into how many I've done in the past week, that would stress him out too much.

I'm so sick of this shit, maybe GM should pull the plug on the project, and I'll go... I'll do something, I don't fucking know what. Rob a fucking bank maybe. Hey, one good heist and I'm set for a year of relaxing.

Seriously, fuck this, I don't need it. You think you can find someone better, I'm sure you're right. Go hire them. I don't care. Oh, by the way, at EMI, I could only get 8 a day done, here, I'm doing 15. There, I spent 8 hours on it, Here, I spend 10. Not only am I fast, but I'm good, and I work time I don't even get paid for. Lets not forget fearless leader that YOU tanked the second quarter, which is the only reason I didn't get a bonus. I did all of my projects, and you didn't have the courtesy to adjust the target for wartime spending habits. We'll ignore the fact that we STILL booked 20% more over last year. Yeah, that's fair.

Next time you jump on my ass, lets think about distractions... like your DOGS. You're god damn dogs suck about 30 minutes of productivity out of people everyday. GET IT?! They get in the trash, bark, harass you, harass people entering the office, need to be walked, petted...Don't raz me about items when you can't keep the dogs under control!

FUCK, why am I here???

Edit me baby...

I've just been edited... why is it bugging me so much? Wow, it's a really curious sensation and I had to write about it...

I post something, an LJ reply, and someone deletes it for whatever retarded reason, and it's REALLY bugging the shit out of me.

I GOT IT, ROBIN, it reminds me of ROBIN. I had to be censored for her benefit because god forbid what her friends might think about my jokes/opinions. THAT'S what it reminds me of. Been a long time since I've felt like that. Ahhhh, memories.

I'll make sure to go back into my journal and remove all references that might be embarrassing to anyone, even if one entry in particular was one of the funniest I've ever written and is a great memory.

BUT, I wouldn't want to cause ripples with my own thoughts or anything like that, even with what was an office joke.

Dude, thats so dick in my mind... GD, this shouldn't bother me that much but it's really irritating to think someone deleted my thoughts for fear of someone else reading it even though the person I wrote to has NO problem with it, and probably found it funny. At least I didn't talk about pretty eyes and nice racks at a grocery store when you're face to face with the person in question, as well as a line full of people.

THIS FUCKING MORNING GETS BETTER AND BETTER. DAMN I'm irritated.

Note for Future Food Consumption:

Oberto Beef Jerky sucks. It's almost crispy. Try Tillamook, MUCH better...

Hmmm, thats really nice...

God, I really let him set me off. I bitched at friends, my BEST friend. No more Jim, you don't get that power over me. Not today, not anymore. I feel quite a bit better. Lets see about lunch. Got a movie date tonight too... CAN'T forget about that. Jess wants a celebration, I told her today was great for it. JUST I need to pack tonight for a quick trip. laundry, work (stomach turns). Will do my best...