October 2nd 2019
Today I had a bad day but a good night. I was in the mood to be inflammatory at work, which I guess partly makes it sound like my inflammation was unjust, when in fact it was totally just. Nothing I said was inaccurate, and nothing I said I regret. Thankfully, a man much cleverer than I am, as he tends to do, stopped me from making it worse. I’d say better. He’d say worse.
I just wish people gave a shit. I wish people cared as much as I do. But they don’t. My job is the most rewarding part of my life, and so I really want to do well in it, and doing well in it brings me such joy, and it just infuriates me when people don’t give a shit.
I know that makes me sound like a bit of an arsehole, but I am being a bit of an arsehole, so it probably should make me sound like a bit of an arsehole.
But eventually I got home, then went out for tapas with a pretty girl.
Until tomorrow, life isn’t all bad.