Stop it before it metastasizes

Pet,

I lay in bed for half an hour, unable to sleep.  My mind kept wandering back to that thing at your job today.  You know, the one where you put in all the hard work to do the job right, then some retard undid it all in a few minutes and now you’ll probably end up having to redo it?  At the time you said (I’m paraphrasing here) the only way you could do your job without the stress is to do it without caring.

I’ve tried doing a job where I don’t care.  Long story short, not caring about my job became hating my job became hating myself for being in that job.  It was a downward spiral of feeling stupid and getting even less done, all the while feeling like an idiot and not knowing what to do about it.

I’m not saying quit your job.  I’m saying I think you should report that asshat anonymously.  That guy is a job-love vampire.  At the very least he should apologize for his douchebaggery, and maybe explain why he’s doing a job he clearly hates, too.  Seriously, that kind of mental cancer spreads so easily that he should be put in quarantine – the kind where they cover him in leaded cement and bury him in the desert.

I found a way to love my job again by fixing that which made it feel so stupid.  I hope you can, too.

(k)
D

PS: Can we take it easy with the ‘Can I has Cheeseburger’ talk?  It makes the grammar teacher in my head go crazy.