Rant, teenage

The fact is, the happier the leave the fuckier the week back to work will be. So we should all work towards really horrible vacations.

No la. The problem is everyone else but myself. I LOVE hanging out with PRPs, they're such an uncomplicated bunch of laughter. With everyone else one has gotta be careful. Or angry. They're so full of poison that thinking of them makes me feel green with poison as well. The instinct is to stoop to their squeaky height and play them at their inane game. But then I'll lose my perch of self-righteousness. So. I'm gonna scowl at all idiots from now on. What for fiddle with good mornings. And then lead my own life. While dodging being stepped on, of course. Actually nah they can't step on me they're like 3 cm tall.

So today at work I got worked up, looked forward to 5 and then realised at 8 that i was still worked up, called a PRP to yell, and ended up laughing in trashtalk. So good. And she was having dinner with another PRP and I could do the same thing over again.

And tomorrow I'm going for a drive with yet another PRP. All these girls have their own baggage and beef, but there's no comfort like commiseration. Why am I commiserating with PRPs, you may ask? Because I refuse to trashtalk to superiors and higher-ups and prefer to do it with people who commiserate. Because I dont SUCK UP.

There's this (translated) Chinese quote we used to yell back in sec school: Justice will prevail. Just kidding!