Fuck Work!

Written at 5:14pm

I’m sitting at work right now. My boss called me today to tell me that he wanted to “let me go” if I didn’t start working hard enough. Maybe he should take a good long look in the mirror first. I’m doing his job. Ridiculous! I am sick of this job. I had an anxiety attack at work. My heard was racing, I was short of breath, I felt dizzy, and I just couldn’t think straight. It’s not like my job is that hard, it’s just boring and a pain in the ass. It’s really hard to relax. I want to jump out of my skin and kill myself simultaneously. It sucks. It seemed like a bigger deal an hour ago.

Now, we are listening to some racist hating on Arabs and Muslims on the radio. Where am I? I just want to leave, but I need money. This sucks. This guy is a homophobe and an idiot. I can’t believe I’m listening to this bullshit. Eh…

I’m having one of the worst days ever. At least I’m writing and my nerves are calmed again. It’s too much to handle. Life, I mean.

I think this asshole on the radio is a rich white guy “speaking for” the lower and middle class white people. Fuck him. He’s xenophobic. Ew. I think the show is called “Savage Nation.”
I guess I should go back to work. I only had two ten minute breaks today. Fuck!

♥
Alejandra