  I. Hate. My. Job. I seriously do. At this point i really don't know what i came back here for.
The boss's partiality is so in-your-face i almost burst into laughter when he started on all that shit about proactivity. Like, whoa, maybe i do get paid many times better than everyone else which explains why i have to take over all that "proactive" responsibility, even when we're talking about taking the initiative to remind everyone else to do their work??
The way he said it got me feeling so surreal, and i was looking at him thinking to myself, surely he didn't just say that?? I was so gobsmacked, i wasn't even able to react. But on my way home yesterday i couldn't stop thinking about it and all i'm saying now is this corporate culture shit is pissing me off bad and i am seriously gonna sit down and have a re-think about why i bother at all.
And as a result i find myself taking my own sweet time to get to work this morning when i bumped into daniel. He appears to be yet another jaded worker much like myself and he said something about going to work each day without a soul, and god knows how true that rang for me. Hell but at least the day didn't start off with another monotonous train trip, for which i am glad. And have been frantically making plans with shirley this morning to do a facial and hit the beach this coming long weekend.
This is what happens when you no longer care what goes on during the day on weekdays because the fucking company dosen't deserve it anymore. 
