hey...i don't exist!

It gets really frustrating when you take effort to get to work, try not to be late, do the best you can in the 2 minutes tops you get to do your friggin job and then some people who obviously have their own concerns too, make it all the friggin impossible for you to do your FRIGGIN JOBBBB...GRRRRRR... if the munny weren't easy i would've gone home. i don't think i should be treated this way. but hey, i remain calm. i still go to work, for what it's worth. they are God's children. thank god it's friday tomorrow i wouldn't have to deal with them for the weekend.

sorry???it's unacceptable. i am a PROFESSIONAL. well i try to be--- i may be late a lot of times, but i MAKE it to work and i friggin do my job. i just hope some people who are getting paid good munny would also respect that.

should it always be fun??? throwing this in the air: IS IT ALL FOR FUN???

no wonder idiots multiply like bacteria. see, they're not really born, they're made. and some of us are just about unfortunate that we deal with them. in my case on a weekly basis. 4-5 times a week. i just hope this doesn't rub off on me.

this is precisely the reason why i went back to school. to get away. to dissociate. good thing the other place i work for, well there's no place for idiots right there. unprofessionals aren't welcome.

radio is not all for glory. i spent 4 years in the state university being told that. and after about 8 years in the industry, i am so happy to say that again..

man, i'm really pissed today. i am! this is not the first time this has happened to me. but today isn't a good day. so i am really ticked like hell here. what do they think of themselves?..wait, the better question- do they even think??? they're prolly all to glossed up to even care to think.

i heard someone say "WHO CARES"... i was already cussing earlier in frustration. why??because i friggin had to get up at 4 in the morning and be plastic with my dad to take me to work, and be plastic again to sound as if i'm having a good day... i hate it when i am forced to smile to seem pleasant when i feel so friggin pissed.

some people would say i should be happy cuz it's less work... but hey, i'm friggin more than that. i am so more than that...

i'm not conceited or anything, i just hate the treatment from people who think highly of themselves.

geez. i hate it when im helpless.

seriously, i am not happy with them anymore. i know anybody could get my friggin job anytime. but you know it could be even more tiring to just be warming up the seat and doing nothing. imagine, clocking in as early as 615..and then what? i get to do one friggin report. yey...*pompoms in the air* *fireworks* right.

things i have no control of.

but hey, i can always hand them my discontent in writing a few weeks before hitting the eject button (er, if you know what i mean). not a threat. just a sign of dismay. i used to be happy here. this is not something i look forward to doing anymore. sad, but true. it used to be the people too. but i can see how i dont exist anymore. how okey i would be anyway. less of the blow: how about reassignment? hmmmh. thing is some of the guys here love their stations already. how i wish.

such a disappointment. first i get called for a mistake but hell, do they even ask how i feel when i make a mistake and when people on the other end dont even bother to let you do your work??? sheesh, somebody teach them about RESPECT. that's not even hard to spell.

if it weren't for the easy steady munny.

you know i am evil too...

today is not a good day. oh please. i welcome the fun, but work is not always fun. and right now, i am seriously not having fun. see, im not smiling at all. and i hate it when people take away my smile.

i needa do some shopping to make me forget.