How long will I be sad before I am glad?
Today's the first workday back since I have been fired. And I'm still expected to come back to work. Why do I put myself through these monstrosities? I have never been sure but in a way, it's alright. I'd rather face these evils of not being around than to find the evils of being around. Also my teeth hurt and I may need some Advil. So I'm going to try.
Still don’t know what to make of the whole thing. It is what it is. People come. People go. People know? I don’t think so. I get frustrated being part of something so antiquated. This system should be retitled cystem. As in, the word cyst is a part of it. “Not so clever,” I got it.