3:51 p.m. - 2004-08-27
Work
I hate this fucking place. I hate the people, the view, the walls, the carpet. The stench of the Korean market next door drifting across our uninsulated drop ceiling assaults my senses and makes me want to scream. The incessant ringing of the phones, the pinch of my headset on my left ear, making me unbalanced, unstable, unable to focus on anything other than WHAT
THE
FUCK
AM
I
DOING
BURIED
HERE.
"GODFUCKINGDAMNITIHATEYOU!" I scream.
"godfuckingdamnitihateyou" I moan.
"god.....
fuck.....
