2005-09-21 | 2:57 p.m.

Patience

It's like everyone in this office is on their rag. It's horrible. Like i have to walk on freakin eggshells so I won't piss anyone off, or offend anyone. I feel like I"m in freakin high school all over again. It's horrible. I can't stop saying how incredible horrible it is. And!! I am the one who should be bitchy all this fuckin week, I have a freakin reason to be. I can't stand this place. If I was a quiter, shit I'd be long gone!

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