I am not one to throw stones.  I am not exactly a mellow person who lets
crap just roll off.  This past two weeks has sucked royally.  My
patience is razor thin at present, but people keep testing it.  I try to
have a good attitude every day, but the bitch train and the
whaddabout-this train just keep on making their way to my desk, phone,
email, voicemail, postal mail and every other possible way.  I get there
before everyone else, and leave after everyone else (except for the
security guards and cleaning crews).

I want to say, "pay me what you make and I'll do your freakin job for
you.  Otherwise, get stuffed."  I'm an 8-month newbie holding other
people's hands.  Sad, huh?  As we know, the drawer contains sharp and
dull knives.  People are lazy, too.  "Really, I'm a dull knife".  I'm
done hand-holding after this week.  The Man wants a whole lot of numbers
by Friday, which he will indeed get, a product of my feverish toil.
After that, the glommers, and those who feign ignorance, who must be
tolerated at present to achieve this goal, will be stonewalled and told
"no", with no "sorry" to go along with it, because I'm not sorry.
F-cking politics.

Thus ends my bitch fest

Oh and I had a crown set yesterday, so my mouth is sore, which always
makes you grouchy.

There, I'm done now

=)

you little sh.t!