fuck this job.com

Why does my supervisor always try to chitchat to me at work? Doesn’t he know that sometimes I wish I were invisible just so I could punch him many times in the stomach? It’s funny the masks that we’ll wear when we need to, however, I feel that mine is slowly coming apart. I personally think I deserve an Oscar for the acting I do at my job. It’s really Office Space to the 3rd Power. Everyone walks around sulking and ranting about the job on Mondays and are suddenly reinvented and rejuvenated on Fridays, conversing all day in the cubes and walking with pep in their step. Then I have a supervisor who was promoted by default and is completely inadequate.