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. Every step that he takes I wish was on a bed of hot coals and I often vision myself at the other end taunting him with a bucket of icewater. To top it off we’re forced to attend monthly “birthday celebrations” at which I want to vomit-perhaps I will at the next one. I’ve never seen a lamer group of people pretending to be happy so much in my life. I feel like I’m in a newspaper comic strip and can’t get out, like Charlotte P. Gillman and The Yellow Wallpaper.