Well, it finally happened.

I flew off the handle at the guy at work.


He wasn't listening and iterrupting me at every point I tried to make, and of course, that didn't bode well for him. He just kept argunig with me and when I tried to tell him to calm down and listen, he said "You're not my boss, you can't treat me like I'm 2. You can't tell me what I can and can't do at work." to which I replied, "No, but I can try to advise you because you shouldn't treat your elders (Namely Cheri) like they're 2, either. No matter that you're equal in the work place, she's still your elder." Then he just had to go and bring up the fact that I've been having trouble at home and that I can't handle myself and that I'm no more mature than he is, because I cant even handle my home life. That I miss days because I'm sad, then when I come back to work I put it off on everyone else.



That was the icing on the Fucking cake. I can't handle that shit. I blew the fuck up. Started yelling and screaming and spouting off "fuck you's" Which I know I shouldn't have. Because, come on. I'm an adult and I shouldn't lower myself to his level. But goddammit if it wasn't hard to fucking apologize to that asshole. But I did, and even though, after all of the things he's said to me, and how much shit he's started out here, I feel better being the bigger person.


FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKINGFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKERFUCKINGFUCKERFUCKFUCK.