maybe this one doesn't need a picture

I don't fancy myself a person with a lot of patience, in fact I know from a wealth of experience that I have very limited stocks within my bones and blood. And when exercised, when the muscle that pumps patience to my impatient head gets tired, anger builds like lactic acid after a marathon, and the muscle cramps. And at that point I am a bitch. I know it. I rage and fume in my own head to the point where if you ask me the wrong thing, I have the entire speech to bitch you out rehearsed till I know it line by line, and I want to hit someone.

That point was reached today. I squeezed, and cut, all by myself two boxes of lemons. That's eight sleeves. Fuck you. I work harder than that other ass. And you don't make people cry.

Two more days, two more days.

I have a great desire to bitch someone out right about now.

I have discovered that I am allergic to lemon juice. It gives me small, red, angry hives as if a colony of parasitical poppies have sprouted on my forearm. And I have discovered the one person that I dislike with more intensity and ferocity than another that I can bring to mind at the moment.  Congratulations ass hole, you win.

 And honestly, I don't expect to be given a pat on the head just for doing my job, but what ticks me off, more that you can fathom reading these words over a computer screen, is watching some lazy ass, smelly, ugly fuck receive all the praise for dragging his ass when I am the one working twice as hard as the two of them put together. Seriously, that is how you are going to treat me, you smelly high school drop out? I quite honestly have more education than you, and I am quite ready to show you where you can put that supervisor position of yours.

Hi, my name is Rachel and today I am really angry

Fuck off