Three reasons why I am overly angry.

1. I attend UNLV. And because UNLV employs mother fucking morons I am angry. Every interaction with any college employee is a fucking nightmare. Especially the asshole students they hire. I love how they think they run the fucking school in between their COM101 and fucking Kappa Delta meeting. What a dumb slut. The idea that someone has a goddamn job during the day and can't make it to an 11:45 advisor meeting must blow your fucking mind. So here's to the useless bitch working her hour and a half shift this morning, you have stupid fucking hair.

2. Speaking of hair and idiots, in no way is it cute or a "milestone" when your toddler cuts their own hair. All I hear is "I don't fucking watch my kid and to justify it I'm telling you so maybe you'll laugh and not think I'm a horrible parent." Since I laugh when they give themselves a bald spot I guess I'll have to laugh when they stab themselves in the eye. Here's a brilliant fucking idea, don't let your two year old play with scissors unsupervised or better yet leave them in a place where they can't fucking reach them when you're busy updating your virtual fucking farm. Great job parent of the year. And on a side note I fucking hate the word "preggo." What are you, fucking 13? "Hey, guess what? I'm preggo!" "Really? Coolio!" You fucking idiot.

3. And as expected from previous posts, my job is a hellhole that increases my rage. My boss never bothers to show up and my supervisor works at the pace of a six year old. But hey, thanks for the three fucking chocolates on Valentine's Day asshole. Is this our raise? We are so fucking lucky.

As always, eat a dick.

i'm aware that you're my fucking supervisor.

isn't it weird how all supervisors want to make sure you know that they are in fact your supervisor? believe me. i'm fucking aware. you know when i'm most aware? when it's been three fucking years since my last raise and i've been mother fucking you to anyone who will listen. thanks asshole. i love being underpaid while you're extremely overpaid. although i can no longer say i'm underpaid and overworked. because really i barely work, i mean i'm blogging right now. but i'm fucking twice as fast as you at everything so you don't even notice. so thanks for those "thanks for all your hard work" emails boss. they make me feel great about myself and the difference i'm making here at this shithole. and let me know next time you need me to cut a check so i can walk across the building to your office and get your keys from you to open your check cabinet and walk my ass back to my printer to print the goddamn check and then bring it back to you so you can look it over. is it just that you're lazy or that you want to make sure i know who's telling who what to do? well who's telling who now. eat a dick.