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October 20th, 2018

I blew a gasket at work yesterday.

Fissible Fury.

As if I hadn't been experiencing enough issues revolving around restrooms while at work, I was hassled by my boss' boss on Thursday. You see, unlike most of my coworkers, I make it a point to use the restroom when I have to in close vicinity to my breaks. I do this to minimize the amount of time I'm having to hop up from my desk and tool around the building.

So, towards 1:30, I left my desk a bit early, as I had to go. I only needed a minute to resolve this, as no stall was required, so I thought nothing of it. However, this know-nothing micro-manager proceeded to tell me that it wasn't time for my break yet. I know this, and if she had bothered to note that I was right outside the men's room, she would have realized what was up.

But no. She then complained to my boss about this, and thus, our boss took the time to remind us when our breaks were, and why we shouldn't be going early, during our insipid Friday meeting. I listened to this through a fog, because as my boss droned on about what she knew we knew, but was forced to tell us anyway, my ears filled with cotton, and my vision turned red.

Shuffling to my bench after this boobery, I seethed and simmered, and then hit that point. The one where I slip over the edge, from mere anger and existential rage to what I can only describe as zen fury. Everything was suddenly so clear, and all the usual static clogging up my brain was gone. And, and had any of those overpaid, salaried turds crossed my paths at that moment, oh. Oh, the things I would have said.

Luckily for them, not to mention my continued employment, that didn't happen. But it was amazing. I could actually think without the doubt, without the second-guessing, without the neurotic anxieties plaguing every single thing I ever try to do, muddling things. I wish I could bottle this, to be honest, because then, maybe then, I could completely excise those pesky ethics and morals, and go into business for myself.

And, naturally, not bother feeling bad about doing horrible things to other people to empty their wallets. (I'll fix those links above eventually)

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