Ok. I get it. I take FULL responsibility for being a douchebag.

Y'all may have known this for some time, and I suppose I have as well, but I'm coming clean about it now. I'm a douchebag. No excuses. I just am. I hate my fucking job right now. It's an utter misery. I'm working for 3 of the busiest people in the office, plus I'm liaising with building management, plus I'm dealing with this new accounting system, plus apparently I have to deal with the goddamn office drama which I did not instigate (WTF?). But, you know, I'm gainfully employed. I'm single, with no kids. I have no one to worry about but myself. I live in the richest country in the world, and I still have my feet (unbound) and my sexual organs intact. I have shoes on said feet, and shampoo and conditioner in the shower, and cable tv and the internets. And yet, I'm soooo fucking miserable, I have no words. I spoke to my supervisor and basically told him I'm at the end of my rope. I can handle no more, and I'm really worried. He told me it was going to be ok, and to relax and have a shot of whiskey. YES HE DID. As far as I'm concerned, that's permission to drink at work. I only wish they would let me smoke at my desk, too.