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This week was so stressful I contemplated quitting, even armed with the knowledge that there was no way in hell I'd find a job in a reasonable amount of time. Bank robbery came to mind more than once...

I am a dry goods buyer for a large foodservice distributor. You'd think that people wouldn't get that upset about cases of canned tomatoes, but they do. Not a day goes by when I don't have someone screaming into the phone about seasonings or cookies or pineapple tidbits, or some other thing that's generally insignificant.

What is making the situation worse is a co-worker that's on high-key all the time. She refuses to take responsibility for anything that goes wrong, spends more time placing blame than fixing things, and she sits directly next to me.

My boss keeps poking fun at me for having an iPod in all the time, and today I finally told him why. I can't take the noise and the constant stream of bullshit.

He let me leave 30 minutes early. For all the shit I talk about my big ol' redneck misogynist boss, he did right by me today.

And, yes, I know I need to clean my house. Get the fuck off my back...

After yet another day at work that conjured the words "murder-suicide" more than once, I've opted to be a bum.

Was supposed to have a date, and he cancelled. Good thing too, because I was going to be a bitchy, un-showered mess anyway. On to Pinterest...

I interact with hundreds of people every day, but so very many of them have never seen my face.

Kinda like it like that. Not a lot of folks that imagine pinning my image to a dart board.

Work has been stressful lately. Extremely stressful. My neck and shoulders start to hurt just driving to work.

I thought it was my desk chair that was causing the problem, and exchanged it for another. Felt great! Until the stress and nonsense started back up...

There aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done, and it all has to be done NOW. I keep trying to remember that it's "just boxes," but boxes don't hurt this bad.

Now taking applications for free massages.

Date night. Yes, again. This one's new. Let's hope he's not an anti-social misanthrope, narcissist, sociopath, creep, idiot, loser, Mama's boy, or any combination of those.