I rant therefore I am

I broke down at work this morning. By broke down, I mean cried like a d*mn baby. Is this behavior normal for a girl of 25? If I'm going to cry, shouldn't I at least be getting yelled at or having staplers hurled at my head? Not just crying b/c "I'm so stressed out". Uh, I'm such a thumbsucker. I can only hope that someday I'm in a position to make others cry. I always compare the life of an assistant to that of a fraternity hazing. Everybody goes through it and once you're on the other side, you turn right around and do it to the next person. Yep, one big f*cked up frat. Gotta love it.

And this woman's fax machine is not working, so I'm sitting here listening to it attempt to dial the number over and over and over and...you get what I'm saying.

I'm going to try to write a script. Like an actual script, not just 4-5 pages. Why? Because what else do I have to do. But honestly, I think I have a decent idea that could actually possibly be a good idea if I don't f*ck it up. I'm sure I will. I can't write to save my life. It always comes out as if a mentally challenged 12 yr old child from the Sudan (what?) is trying to write the great American novel. It reeks of ambition, but unfortunately doesn't carry the scent of talent.

The woman with the fax- yeah, I just yelled at her. I remember my boss saying that you can't take anything personally b/c you don't know the conversation the person had before you. Does that make sense? While that is true, the woman with the fax should take it personally b/c it's completely her fault.

Back to work. Hi f*cking ho.
R.