Are you racist?

Asked some ignorant asshole from work.

"No, I hate everybody equally."

"Color doesn't bother me as much. I'm just a very angry lady and I don't like getting pissed off and you're pissing me off."

"Well, I think you're racist. You don't like me." - he added.

"I don't. But it's not because of your color." I assured him.

It's cos you're an egotistical asshole who thinks you're God's gift to women. You objectify them and you belittle them by giving them devious looks and sneering glances.

It's great having these voices at the back of my head. I wish one of them would man up and actually push the words out of my mouth so I can put him in his place.

But unlike my other jobs, I actually like working here.

I enjoy the way I put my suit on in the morning and the way my heels make clacking sounds on the tile floors.

It makes me feel important.

Needed.

But of course you don't get anything for nothing.

My stress level has shot up to the roof over the last ten months.

My patience has gone AWOL, I haven't seen her since Febuary. I don't think I remember what she looks likes to be honest.

My mouth is caked with shit that comes out of it.

I'm not proud of it. I actually hate what I've become.

Mark is pretty much the male version of me.

His Harry Potter thunderblot vein throbs when he gets angry.

He takes medication for his anxiety attacks and he goes to a work-mandated therapy once a week.

What sad lives we live.

We made a pact not to talk about work. ANYTHING but work.

That's why Fridays are so fucking awesome.

Because come Friday, we don't have to do the whole thing all over again the next day.

Good night!

Life's a beach, surf it! :)