Ugh

The day is triple critical at best – the kind that takes a split personality to survive it: one to do my work, one to attend to all the insolent bastards who apparently mistake me for their personal assistant/servant, one to curse and throw tantrums, one to rise above the whole shittiness of it and laugh; and one to scream because it would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so sad.

It all seems so pitiful and meaningless.