Make me your b*tch

There's no need for me to even write about what I did last night...just refer to my post from yesterday. Being completely broke really limits your social options, as I have learned. This will all change on Friday and for one blissful weekend, I will live like I am made of money. Then on Monday, the whole broke thing will start all over again. This is how I do it. No one in the office has made coffee yet...sure, I could do it myself...or I could just wait for someone else to do it. We have so much junk food in the kitchen right now: candy, popcorn (covered in chocolate, to make it extra fatty and extra good), mini muffins, pie, donuts, cookies...and the list goes on. It takes all the willpower I can muster to avoid binge eating the whole lot. I love when my boss is rude to me for no goddamn reason. It really makes me feel like working my a** off. I had a dream last night that I went off on her...I asked her why she feels the need to take this b*tchy tone with me all the time. Sadly, I need this job to pay the rent so I'm stuck just taking it. I feel like I have to swallow my pride every day. Luckily, I don't think I had that much when I started this job. Will it ever get better? I can't forsee a day when I won't have to deal with this bullsh*t. I think I'm in the wrong business.
Reagan