These things you can't unlearn

So, I guess my optimistic mood was short lived. Things are beginning to wear on me. I woke up at 7am today for work, worked till like 3 (albiet with an or so hour break), but today I was just sucking a lemon all day. Everything that people could possibly do to annoy me, it seemed like they did. I am stuck working 5-11 tomorrow, a day that was supposed to be a day off. I could've really used it. I also had to jump through some rediculous "health" hula hoops. Srsly, like, do I really have to sanitize the bag of soft serve before I empty the said contents into the tank? The bag isn't going into the mix or anything. I don't get it. It's all a bunch of corporate procedure bullshit that the district manager felt like making me do. He had a horrible attitude towards us proles.(1) We are people. When I obviously go out of my way to hold the door for you, it's nice to say thanks, or atleast acknowledge that I exist and I did something nice for you. But you had to be a cunt, just walk on by with your fucking cheap pen you fucking take from Commerce Bank and the sandwich you probably didn't pay for. Meanwhile, we've gotta for our drinks now. I know it wasn't Ray's innitiative. Tim wouldn't do it. It's you, you corporate bastard. Take more from us. Deny the waitresses who make something stupid like $3 an hour from you the right to socialize with each other. Sleep well, take the bigger bonus you get from my drinks and buy a six pack to help you sleep with your conscience at night, if you even have one. I am a person. I get thirsty, and I like talking to people once in a while. I exist. You choose to not see me though. I live, I breathe, I enjoy the same things as you. I have not done anything to you, so why do you insist on acting like I should be your little yes man?

I am sorry if you read all that. I don't know. As I said, I got put into a bad mood. I guess it's better to get angry at an unread webpage than it is to get angry in person.

I guess it's all just a reality check. I guess I can't keep believing that people are decent sometimes. I can't believe that I can ever be happy at this point in my life. I guess it's just one of those times where you just grin and bear it and keep in mind that I am done with this in a month.

(1) Proles: Common workers. Tis an Orwellian term. And yes, I did use a footnote in my blog today. I guess it would make my past english teachers happy. Haha.