Killing in the Name

I'm royalled pissed off and I don't know why. OK, I kind of know why - see the post directly below this regarding Liz's fucked-up boss. People shouldn't have to deal with that kind of utter bullshit at work.

It would probably be better if I didn't feel like my talents were utterly going to waste at my own job right now; I spend 90% of my time updating webpages rather than writing or doing things that exercise more than my brain stem. And, of course, I still can't get that right - I keep missing obvious bullshit so someone always gleefully points out my error, like they can't wait to say, "hey kid, ya done fucked up again!"

So piss and rant and moan and bitch and all that stuff. I'm surprised anyone still reads this stupid blog (see, here's the point where I begin to come down on myself), all I do is bitch, talk about politics which I think no one really gives a fuck about anymore, and occasionally do other things.

I think I'll try to clear my mind by writing something tonight.

Now I'm even more pissed off, because I realized I'm going to have to miss the next two weeks of the Wednesday gaming session. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need a beer.