Hell Bent

My My, I've been evil. Not the naughty evil that's good for gossip, but the other kind.

All my worries, and stresses and all that other junk cross over into everything. I don't shift modes from here to there, everything is just there.

At work, I'm being extremelly snappy, and sarcastic to no end, always on edge, pissy, and being an asshole every once in a bit. That's the bad thing about letting everything spill over. It all gets out, whenver the stress goes in, immediatly, and in quite a twisted manner. It does have a slight edge of fun, but it's stressful to act this way. Getting in minor little arguments.

I don't feel like actually working, or doing anything much. I get annoyed by it all, and with every thing that happens, I slowly get worse and worse as the day progresses. I snapped a bit at a coworker or two. I kinda threw the evil marker backwards somewhere near Frantz when he asked for it, not really looking or caring. He asked what was wrong, and as always, I said nothing, it was nothing, just grinning. He told me not to bring my problems to work.

Well, I'm a walking outcome of my problems, which is the bad part. Weirdly enough, mom is behaving in a similar manner around other people. Which shows that I'm not exclusevelly weird.

Anywho, I should be less snappy. That's for sure. The job just kills me by the minute, by the customer, by the transaction, by each word on conversations, and every duty. Not all bad, but all pile up. I have less and less time, and more to think about. Unfortuntelly I don't just think about my section. I'm constantly thinking about 40 other things, many with the store, all at the same time, and it all just keeps fluctuating on my head.

The more I just keep doing the same stuff I'm doing, and don't get a change to improve, change, or forge ahead in aynthing, the more it just drives me completelly freaking nuts.

Now, we'll just have to see what happens. *gwa ha ha*