fuck this job.com

I just cannot seem to make myself actually get work done here. As soon as I get some forward momentum, I have my boss, stupid jelly bean of a man, breathing down my neck about some time-wasting details. I need space for fuck's sake! Stop wasting my time with your useless crap.

How am I supposed to keep coming back here? I seriously cannot stand it. My boss is incredibly anal, and I think he has ADHD, plus, he doesn't care if he's wasting your goddamn time. He just doesn't seem to notice me checking my watch when he starts talking about his kids, or his weekend. Newsflash--I don't care! I don't care to share with you what I did this weekend either! No, we're not a work-family! We are nothing at all. You barely pay me, and I pretend to like you, everyone here, and the work I'm doing. Fuck off!

What the fuck do I have to do to get out of this state, this job, and this collection of independently wealthy spoiled fucking brats? I cannot believe how difficult this is proving. I am about to seriously lose my mind.

Well, back to wasting time and making shit up on my time sheet, which is what sparked this whole rant in the first place--I already turned it in, which I used to not have a time sheet at all because I'm salary, but there are problems with some minute detail that no one will see or care about. This shit really fumes me. You mean to tell me, I have to re-do my time sheet because I used one of the categories of description too much. This is just dreadful. I feel like I am being tortured. This is like prolonged death!

It's not even noon, and I am ready to fly off a building top...