FUCK YOU, I'M NOT DISORGANIZED
I have this whole long half-written post about my new job and what it's like to work as a physician and how I'm really pretty happy with my job right now and all that, and one day I'm even going to get up the energy to post it. Today is not that day. All I feel like posting today is FUCK YOU, BOSS, IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO DEAL WITH A BEGINNER WHO HAS TO ASK A FEW QUESTIONS ON OCCASIONS, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE HIRED A FUCKING BEGINNER.
*breathes*
I feel slightly better now.
Ugh. IDK, he wasn't even more than minorly dickish, I've just been quietly seething all day, and there's no one around to listen to me rant.
IT'S JUST SO UNFAIR, OKAY. I looked so stupid today and it wasn't even my fault, but no one ever wants an explanation for why things are going wrong, especially not when the explanation is IT WASN'T MY FAULT, but IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT, OKAY.
Ugh, working is bullshit. Can I be independently rich now? No? Can it at least be Friday, then? FRIDAY ISN'T TOO MUCH TO ASK.
*breathes*
I feel slightly better now.
Ugh. IDK, he wasn't even more than minorly dickish, I've just been quietly seething all day, and there's no one around to listen to me rant.
IT'S JUST SO UNFAIR, OKAY. I looked so stupid today and it wasn't even my fault, but no one ever wants an explanation for why things are going wrong, especially not when the explanation is IT WASN'T MY FAULT, but IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT, OKAY.
Ugh, working is bullshit. Can I be independently rich now? No? Can it at least be Friday, then? FRIDAY ISN'T TOO MUCH TO ASK.