I hate my job.

No, seriously...

I FUCKING HATE MY MOTHER FUCKING, FUCKED UP, FUCK YOU UP THE ASS WITH A FUCKING POLE, FUCKING FUCK, FUCK, FUCKING JOB!!!!!!!!!!

If I didn't have bills to pay I would walk.

I probably will.

I'm working in a hyenas den of snarling bitches out to fuck you over because they got their poor little feelings hurt in their last relationship when the guy finally wised up and dumped their sorry ass.

It's like going to work every day in a coven of witches...and they DO NOT want you around!!!

Well that, and "Witches" begins with a "B".

I fucking hate them.

Fucking hive of man-haters.

The SECOND I can find ANYTHING else, I am so FUCKING out of there!!!!!!

I don't care what job it is, as long as it's not there.

You fucking cunts.

I fucking hate you.

Every one of you.

You fucking sit around in your fucking girls club because nobody else WANTS to fucking play with you, you wretched fucking pack of fucking she-wolves.

I actually had one of the girls turn to me yesterday just as I got to work and say, "Don't talk to me."

Fuck you, you miserable fucking cuntbag wretched bitch fuck!

This is the same girl who I got called in to work for last week, at 8 AM, on my day off, because she'd been arrested by the police for being drunk and disorderly, hauled downtown and thrown in the tank.

Crawl back into your fucking miserable shit hole of a life and fucking stay there you fucking cunt!

Let me say it REAL slow, so your feeble minds can grasp what I'm telling you...

FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK YYYYYOOOOOUUUUU!!!!!

It's no wonder all you fucking bitches are single! You can't get a man? WHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO FUCK YOUR SORRY ASS??????????

The most fucked up part of this whole thing? I left a good job tending bar and another working banquets at this hotel to work at the mother fucking front desk.

The Banquets Manager said that she was, and I quote, "losing one of her best people".

I'm seriously considering not even showing up to work for my next shift. I don't fucking care about the god damn consequences anymore.

Either that, or someone is going to fucking die.

First thing tomorrow morning, I'm hitting the pavement and looking for a new job.