lyricalnights | Boundless cries of impotent rage

Posting from work again. They want me to redo the survey again. I hate my life and want to kill someone. I don't know how I'm going to make it in the proper workfield, since my capacity for abiding stupity is minimal. I need to work with as little human contact as possible, I decided. Fuck them all, this is my second to last day, I'm leaving in twenty minutes, they can all kiss my grammatically correct ass! Jesus, I want to strike something repeatedly, perhaps my head against a brick wall.