Yep. That's me. In the past few months, work has been getting progressively frustrating. It's all coming to a head this week.
Monday's schedule was so insanely fucked up that I reached a level of pissed that even I didn't know I was capable of, and I once threatened to climb over a former boss' desk and beat the everloving shit out of him.
All sorts of asshole patients this week, too. It's like there's something in the air that is causing everyone to be a miserable cunt. I literally stood up and walked out on two patients today because they were being completely obnoxious shits, and I have never done that, even once, before.
Then today, I get home and go to refill the cat feeder (yes, he's somehow still around). I'm just sitting there, on the floor, struggling to open this fucking stubborn goddamn Iams bag, and the roommate asks if I want scissors.
"Sure."
Thud.
"Did you just throw scissors at me"
"Well, I tossed them with the handle facing you"
"DID. YOU. JUST. FUCKING. THROW SCISSORS AT ME????"
"Well....yeah"
"THE FIRST TWO FUCKING THINGS YOU LEARN ABOUT SCISSORS IS NOT TO RUN WITH THEM AND NOT TO FUCKING THROW THEM. WHAT THE FUCK?"
I swear that if shit doesn't start getting better, I'm going to quit my job, pack a few things, close out the bank account, and go be a handyman in the middle of nowherefuck, Iowa.
As much as I've been thinking "burn this fucker down" (P!NK, Funhouse style), I would never burn down a building.
Because the lowest level of hell isn't fire. It's frozen. : )
