This condition affects those, like myself, who are about to be freed from the prison that is their everyday life and set free for a certain amount of time so as not to go on a homicidal killing spree. Symptoms include but are not limited to irritability, frustration, listlessness, becoming comatose or unresponsive to any kind of provocation and complete and utter disregard for anything. The afflicted individual may respond to interactions with others simply by waving a middle finger in their face or, as in my case, mumble about "not giving a flying squirrel fuck." It's rough in these last few days before my vacation.
My coworkers are doing their utmost to push me over the edge of sanity with their insufferable immaturity and I almost threw my (most hated arch-nemesis) cat off of the third-floor balcony of my apartment this morning when I discovered that he had relieved his nocturnal frustrations on a roll of toilet paper which was displayed in decorative patterns on the carpet throughout the house.
I believe that this sudden outpouring of rage originated yesterday with a woman I helped in my store who pissed me off so thoroughly that I was physically shaking whilst helping her aging-Malibu-Barbie-self. I won't go into detail about the interaction, but I will say that if I ever see her bitch-ass anywhere other than work I will punch her in the over-lipsticked mouth. And if she comes back today to berate me again I will tell her to her face that I refuse to assist her due to the fact that I don't much relish the idea of being spoken to as if I were her bitch.
After helping that poor excuse for a human being, my previous good mood (thanks to my $500 bonus) was totally ruined after this and not helped along by the stream of ass-lancing customers that followed until I finally ran screaming hysterically from the building at 8:40pm. Apparently that foul mood carrieed over to this morning. Add to that the fact that I still have ZERO coffee coursing through my bloodstream and the knowledge that I am stuck at work yet again until 5:30, which may as well be next year.
The only thought that is simultaneously torturing me and keeping me from stabbing people is that my vacation is only 5 days away; tomorrow is my last day at work before I actually leave. I am trying very hard to not take my inner rage out on my customers, the majority of whom are actually fairly nice people who don't deserve to be the reciepients of my frustrations. I'll reserve that venom for people like that woman who in all actuality deserve a good hard kick in the shins for being total douche hats who contribute nothing more to the human race than to give people a good reason to become serial killers.
But, to put a positive spin on this, I'LL BE IN SAN FRANCISCO THIS TIME NEXT WEEK BITCHES, WOOOOT!
That's all I can write for now without spontaneously combusting, so au revoir til next time mon amies.
X o X o,
♥luvcatt♥
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