After a long weekend of drinking and too many tourists flooding the DC metro area, I was dreading coming into work today. Like most, I hate my job, but recently I’ve come to terms with my great benefits package and growing salary. It helps that it’s not a difficult job, not very challenging and I can get through most days without straining myself too much. However, there is one person that drives me completely insane. it might be her inability to conjugate a verb, or the relentless emails showcasing her pole dancing skills, but this girl makes me reconsider the social norm to not hate crime stupid people.
I already called her a dumb whore last week (we wont get into that, it’s too incriminating), and I drove into work today fully prepared to just put my head down and work. Naturally, she wouldn’t let that happen. About an hour into my day, I was on the phone, dead eyed and counting the minutes until my next cigarette break, and she casually walks into my cubicle and drops off her iPhone. There is a video loaded up, ready to play. I finish up with the customer and like an idiot, hit play.
It was a video of her dog taking a shit.
I can now thank her for providing me with the perfect title for my book.
“Meditations on Rage: The 60 Hour work week”