Work, and other things like it

Blech. I really don't deserve my paycheck. I do just this side of nothing at work and have the stones to bitch about it. I'm such an angst-ridden twentysomething. Boo f-ing hoo. I'm going to drink a beer or three and complain about other things I have no control over. More to follow. Ick.

So anyway, I'm home now and a little more annoyed. Turns out because I decided to go straight home and not stop back in the office, my boss got all pissy, because apparently I'm supposed to walk in and say hi or some dumb horseshit. He thinks just because he doesn't talk to me I'm going to be his best friend. I DON'T LIKE HIM. He tried to get in my pants and I turned him down and his feelings are hurt. I'm not all "sexual harassment" girl or anything, but goddamnit, don't act like we're fucking buddies. Fuck, I hate my job. At least I'm home, hanging with KRock and a Bud Light. And my puppy.

And I get to be around the people I love the most, dad and sister aside. My other sister and her sweetheart are going to be here this weekend, as well as my bunny. I'm trying not to stress it, but I want everything to be all fun and whatnot. I think it will be.

Enough with the sugar. Aren't these stupid blogs supposed to be all irony and sarcasm?