U-Haul?

If it isn't bad enough that I had to move in Second Life....I now have to move at work. You know the place..run by the Evil Empire and the Bloodsucker himself. It isn't the moving that I can't deal with...I don't really care which of my team members I sit by because if I can deal with the fuckup that sits across from me now, I can deal with anyone. The problem I have is that I am now going to be sitting right in front of FatPat's desk...so that all I will hear all day is her angry voice and that huffing and puffing she does all day when she tries to move around. Not that she does any of that since she won't get off of her fat ass to do anything to help anyone. Nevermind that she's made comments that I find offensive...but then again...I'm sure she'll screw up and I'll have a reason to go to HR again. Do I sound....bitter? To quote the person that moved me..."I don't give a shit". The whole office is going to hell in a handbasket anyway and our team is apparently driving the truck. The only thing we are ever told is how much we suck. We are the bottom of the bottom...the lowest of the low. And apparently we are doing this on purpose. Yes, it is what we strive for....to see how very low we can go. I know that I'm doing the best I can...I still refuse to say *those words*. Oh, and if the intention was to surround me with sheep in hopes that I will turn into a sheep? Ain't gonna happen...in fact, it just makes me dig my heels in deeper.

I really prefer that no one respond to this...like everything else, it is my rant, my feelings. Whether you want to agree or fight about it or try to defend your or someone else's actions...I really don't want to read it. You want to do that, put it on your own blog.

It is what it is....and it is fucked up.