fuck this job.com

How can I sum up the alone-ness?

The crazy, insane feelings of different-ness. Although I have managed to assimilate myself to the point of feeling safe, I know I am not. I play the game. And I mean REALLY play the game, honestly. I try. I try to talk myself into it. But Holy Jesus. I am not the same as them.

I want to be, shit that should count for something..... I mean shit, I'll try and am open to the bullshit.

Truth, nothing new, nothing changed, same villans, same anti hero.

This dumb bastard everyday has to show how everything is done. The funny part is that he has no clue, I have been doing the print and shipping for the customer for years. He has to micromanage everything down to how to write an e-mail. I may just decide to hurt this person someday, by telling him to do it himself and watching him squirm when the customer tells him he did it wrong. This has happened before, and in front of his contractors said "the contractor did it wrong" lying piece of shit.