I am convinced that my place of employment is trying to kill me. Not outright kill me, but slowly picking away at my sanity and peace of mind, inch by inch, moment by moment until one day I'll just spontaneously explode into tiny pieces on my way home from work. They won't let me explode at work, because if by some miraculous intervention I do survive --they don't want to pay out the worker's comp involved.
The fact that I am even thinking this convinces me even more that I am on the right path. When I mention it to anyone else all I get is a humoring smile and a nice pat on the head, "poor girl, did you see the frantic look in her eyes? Remind me to avoid her tomorrow."
Landshark has become my new best friend.
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Who is Landshark???
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