Office Mind Fuck

It's strange how working at an office 60 hours in a week can fuck with your head so much. I mean, it was only two extra days for me, but I'm about ready to kill the next person who asks me for help... Being a Supervisor, that's probably a bad thing.

Anyway, I joke about drinking all the time, but I generally only have one a night, and every once in a while I'll go on a "binge" and take down three beers. But tonight will be different. I need to unwind before I blow up and freak out on someone who doesn't diserve my wrath.

Tonight seems like a good night to stab a hooker and shove her body down a storm drain.