I don't remember giving the supercilious b------d here permission to make me feel like crap, but he did it anyway. All I want is a little respect, and instead I get treated like nothing. Even with a personality clash we should be able to work together, unless someone goes out of his way to make me feel like my sitting here is worth nothing.
Well, I was excited about going out this weekend, getting into tech, polishing my resume, making Greek salad, writing a new play, sitting by the mailbox and waiting for my Entertainer DVD, but maybe I'll just go home and lock myself in my room.
I hate Chicago.