Hate my job

I hate going to work anymore. I wish, wish, wish I could win enough money to quit. I have entered a raffle where the chances of winning a prize are very good. I don't even need to win the top prize to be happy. I would settle for one of the lesser prizes, but I have to get some money. I work for one of the most idiotic companies ever spawned. The men don't have a complete set of balls among the lot of them. They allow one piece of shit woman to run them. And she is stupid. She butts in where she has no business butting in because she is jealous of me. I am smart, where she is dim. I am experienced, where she is not. I can create and innovate and she cannot. Yet, everyone does her bidding all the fucking time. I wish I knew what the power she has over them is about. It seems like a blackmail thing. Why else would they do her bidding? I mean these are grown fucking men! The vice president of operations takes her side NO MATTER WHAT. She is usually wrong or at least wrong-headed about things, but Mark will take her side in any dispute. It really is pathetic. He always talks tough, but you want to laugh at him, because he is such a wuss and everyone knows it. I have tried to be civil and professional, but the gloves are coming off now. I have had it with this bitch sticking her nose in my department where it doesn't belong. It ends now.

It's Over

My internet romance is over. I just sort of lost interest, thank god. I haven't been on the site very much lately and I find I don't miss it. I'll hop on for a few minutes at work or something, because I don't want to miss anything and some of the people there are really funny. But, I have no desire to communicate directly with him anymore. Which is a good thing.