Excuse me while I vent a little here.

First off -- today I found out they're moving me out from where I am to another department. Well, I was waiting that, but not necessarily for the reasons I discovered.

Well, you see, I was thisclose to be fired. Why, oh, why? Because there's a fucking bitch near me in here that loves to pass the most awful gossip she can make about me, like, I never do anything and listen to music and talking on the phone all day. If this were true, then why I'm never sitting here and am all day long into this god-awful meetings where I'm needed to do everybody's work and mine? If she can make what I do, then why doesn't SHE do it? Huh? I swear to God, I've never wished anything bad to anyone, but I hope that cunt dies a slow and painful death. That motherfucking bitch. I hate her. I. HATE. HER.

ARGH.

So yeah, since she stepped into the role of supervisor after they fired my boss, she went with these lovely reccomendations to the head honchos, who decided that yeah, well, she must be right and they should fire me then. However, it seems there was a manager from another department who wanted to keep me, so therefore I'm still employed, but "under observation." Not that they know I know, but still. I'm not going to be in Disneyland, but at least I won't have to see that bitch every morning. In fact, I might probably never see her again. I hope.

Now, the legendary part. See, the place they're moving me has been occupied by people that have left the company in the most creative ways. One by phone, one by e-mail... I think that when I leave, I'll send one of these singing messengers. Anyway.

I SO need to get out of this job. But then, I need a new one before leaving. Which is not easy when you're leaving in a country with the most awful economic recession ever.

So here I am, stuck in a place I hate with all my guts, looking for a different thing, but having no success at all. And it's not that easy going through the day when everybody tells me I'm worth a lot more than this and that I'm wasting myself here. Well, then find me a job, will ya?

It sucks so bad to be this unhappy and having to keep this poker face all day long.

The icing on the cake? He Who Must Not Be Named calls to says he misses me.

I just feel like curling up on my bed and never getting up again.

I hate that I went 5 years to college for this.

I hate not having the balls to tell everyone to fuck off.