I'm seriously pissed off this time. On previous occasions like this I just dismissed everything as if it were something inconsequential and put on a smile to be polite. But the crap I've been getting at work is just piling up everyday. And when I already have a lot on my mind, it just makes my life a lot harder to get along.
They happened on monday, thursday and friday last week. A perfect week was ruined by Mr. O and his crazy obsession with trivial technicalities. I don't know what I did that was so wrong and unforgiveable that I must be his punch bag almost everyday. I can't stand him - his continuous babbling in fake 'proper' english, his pretension, his fetid sarcasm. I have done nothing to deserve this amount of disrespect. Why can't he leave me and my self esteem alone?!
And worse still I have nowhere to vent my anger. Everyone else at work seems to be perfectly happy no matter how mistreated they are. They laugh at his jokes, report to him every minute details like clockwork. I tried to write a few imaginary letters to him, where I would release my anger non stop in a few pages. But those letters don't work anymore; in the wake of the night, my anger comes back to haunt me, chasing me out of sleep.
So here, I publish it. My anger. In the hope that it will leave me alone and I'll restore a peaceful exterior on monday next week.
Oh my god, to think that I still have almost 9 more months to go.
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