Gah...

Okay folks. I'm sitting here at work, bored senseless and filled with rage that I can't release.

I don't know what I'm so pissed off about but I'm snapping at everyone while still putting forth that trademark "sugar sweetness" to the customer.

I just want to go home, play some Final Fantasy XI, blow things up, and then go to bed. I have to sit down tonight and print out all my pay stubs from the last 90 days to submit to Fairview Southdale tomorrow along with a ton of other stuff so I can do my application for Social Services. At least that might give me some mental health coverage which I really need.

M.K. from work is nagging me about what's wrong with me...and well, work is the issue. There is a "perception" issue regarding something that had been happening. Yesterday, one of my co-workers sent out a crap (read that as SPAM-esque) chain email to all her "girlfriends" and it was sent to a couple of the single guys on the team. The person in the cube next to me made sure to send it to the entire call center team making sure that didn't forget me "as he's a big girlfriend too."

*gah* screw this. I don't need this kind of childish girls club crap. From here out, I'm here. I do my job. I go home.

I am bear. Hear me roar!