Fed Up

I hate work. I hate being at work.
I hate having to work hard on something and feeling proud about it and it being rejected because of one small, meaningless thing that is supposed to mean something.

I hate feeling so depreciated. Like what I do don’t mean shit.

I hate the people at work.

I hate having to be nice and polite to everyone, including those that I absolutely loathe. I even hate having to be nice and polite, in general.
The way people talk here redefines the whole meaning of ‘socialising’ – putting other people down, stabbing each other behind their backs, badmouthing people just they are different, sniggering and giving shits at those who make mistakes, even though everyone make mistakes.
All the gossiping, the easy comments that are supposed to be jokes. The fucking jokes, for God’s sake. It gets kinda old after a while.

I feel like screaming to the whole lot of them.

I want to tell them to fuck off and leave me be.