These boots are made for walking...

That's it. I'm officially hunting for a new job. What was going to be casual, window-shopping approach will now be a full-force, all hands on deck, out-and-out search. I've had the longest week of my life. Monday and Tuesday were busy. So fucking busy that the only breaks I got were to piss. Why? Because I believe in doing a good job. Perhaps it was a bad judgment call, but oh, I don't know, crazy me wants to do a thorough job. Yesterday I went for a one hour break - and caught shit from my supervisor. She was worried about the "perception" that my officemates might have gathered from my break.

Excuse me? Am I supposed to care what my nosy co-workers think? Is this junior high? And if they're so fucking perceptive, didn't they fucking notice that I've been working my ass off all week?

I take criticism well, but FUCK THAT! I'm not taking heat for being a diligent worker. FUCKING, FUCKING, STUPID, SHALLOW, GERM-A-PHOBe, COWARDLY FUCK-FACES.

Ahhh...that felt good.