Today is one of those days. One of those days where I feel like instead of being a working adult, I'm stuck in 8th grade all over again arguing about stupid stuff with stupid boys!!! My job is great. I love my job. I LOVE MY JOB. I do not love all of my coworkers all of the time.
We've made it through some serious crap that I would never wish on anyone. Mostly because we're all adults, and wishing for people to take a trip back to their 8th grade years, is just cruel! Anyway, we go through all this bull crap and I finally start to think "WOW! We're going to make it out of this alive!" and then BAM reality slaps you in the face and some of your coworkers are back to being 12 year olds. COME ON!!! I swear to god if I hear one more "I've always thought you were great for this company, you do an awesome job" brown nosing kind of bullshit response one more time, I just might spontaneously com bust into nothingness.
GOOD GRIEF!!!
