Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Harsh words

I hate it when people insist that cutting my hair isn't a good idea.
I hate it when my father thinks laughing at something I say is going to somehow make things light hearted.
I hate it when I tell person A something and then person B decides what I said wasn't good enough - so person B tells person A to ignore me and do it person B's way.
I hate it when I'm told I get special preference as a member of the boss's family - yea and my ass is made of gold.
I hate it when the printer goes off in my office and I can't hear myself think.
I hate it when I ask to move the loud-ass printer in my office, I'm told the noise isn't a big deal.
I hate it when it's just understood that I'm 23 and I don't know what I'm doing.
I hate it that I'm not REALLY good at anything, just ok at everything.
I hate it that I feel like I have to write this.

I love it that I can fix most of the stuff on my "I hate it when.." lists, by not talking to a single person in the office about anything personal.

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