Would you do me a favor? Please go fuck yourself…
Today is April 15th. I just finished another tax season. I’m exhausted. I can’t think straight. I feel like a caged animal that’s just been released. I don’t remember what the sun looks like, because I have been getting to work every morning by 6:30, and leaving at 10pm. This was not my childhood dream.
It’s largely for the benefit of someone else’s bottom line.
I live in a studio apartment, and I don’t have heat or air conditioning. It’s miserable.
Some spoiled bitch, at work, was complaining about my wardrobe. I would have cussed her out, but, she has a higher position than I do.
I have to remind myself why I have this job. There is so much competition for jobs, it’s ridiculous. I don’t have a trust fund.
I’m doing this, until I don’t need to. I think prisoners and prostitutes have an easier time of it, than what I’ve just been through. I think I just worked three weeks straight, of 8 to 16 hour days. My time is not really not my time, if I would like to keep my job.
So, I don’t have sympathy for a lot of people and their bullshit complaints, right now.
I just want everyone to leave me alone.