I am so sick of the people I work with and their treatment of co-workers. I was getting some dinner around 6 o'clock and had wandered up to the front a bit later than I wanted so I was already in an agitated state. But then the cashier starts yelling at the door greeter (A wonderful chap from Turkey named Honour). He had been helping someone with a return on ink and someone went out the door
I'm working on the rewrite still. but between moving and getting more hours at work. I'm just stretched beyond thin for time right now. I'm currently working on getting a different position in the company and should hopefully get the position so I can have more time to rest and such.