Conflict

There are just those days where people who have no fucking idea what they're talking about make comments that couldn't be farther from the truth.

I want to kill my boss. Literally. I could drive to NYC right now and mutilate her body with my bare hands and feel absolutely no regret or remorse. I'd feel rather pleased with myself, I think.

I was just thinking to myself yesterday that she may be impossible to work for, since she's probably the dumbest, most ignorant motherfucker on the planet, but that she's probably a very nice person.

Now I hope she gets mangled on her way home today. 

Then again, maybe she's right. Maybe I don't care. Maybe I just hate myself and subject myself to a dead-end job for the sheer pleasure of making myself miserable.

Either way, I hope something horrible happens to her. She's a remarkably shallow piece of shit and deserves a remarkably shallow grave.