I’ve about had it with politicians. How many of these rat bastards do I have to make websites for? How many Republican meetings need galleries to document them? How many times am I gonna be given a major deadline then never paid once the job is completed? I have basically had the crap kicked out of me by this job, especially since it’s a job I don’t want, never applied for and just happened to be drafted for by my psychotic mother and her horrible, perverted and quite maniacal boss who’s Uber Prep, which means if you aren’t exactly like him then *laugh* why bother living?

I’m so insanely tired of that crap. I hate dealing with people who are very ‘my way or the highway’. Why do I have to dress like him and his band of slobbering retards - in khaki shorts and polo shirts, never any colors outside the white/blue/red/khaki spectrum. Plus always baseball caps and sneakers. This is what POLITICIANS wear to THE OFFICE out here in the boonies and they don’t see a damn thing wrong with it. This dude actually made fun of me for going to a political event in a business suit and heels. I swear to all that’s good and clean in Odin’s beard, one of these days I’m gonna go crazy and I’m taking him with me!

I am so sick and tired of Bossman being at my house all the damn time. I’m tired of working all night then having to stay awake all day because he just won’t leave, and on top of all that he’s Bossman, what can I really do about it? It’s driving me insane, he thinks we have this great friendship even though I’ve made myself clear - I don’t like him, I can’t stand his politics and I think he can shove his God where the sun don’t shine, I don’t want it in my government but he laughs that off as if I must be kidding or something. I’m gonna kill him, lol.