I really DO hate so much.

I know I’ve been all lovey-dovey on my blog lately. It amazes me that this week has been one of the shittiest ones of 2022 and I’ve had two entries about stuff I love (my boss and the IRS). Well no more of that crap! Sit down, relax, get a nice big bottle of haterade…lets talk about some shit I hate. (get ready for super negative rant).

I hate that I am expected to work right beside two of the most stupid people I’ve ever encountered. How am I supposed to get anything accomplished when I’m constantly asked how to do things like show someone how to lookup a name in a phone book or plug in a printer. Seriously? How do these people make more than I do?

I hate that my car broke down on the way to work this morning and I just finished paying of about 750 dollars worth of repairs. I hate that instead of buying 12 bottles of Patron or 262 cans of Red Bull I will be forced to spend my economic stimulus money on my car. Nice.

I hate that those foot detox pads apparently are fake. This is one of the biggest disappointments of my life. I was really looking forward to wearing pads on my feet that suck out all of the damage I’ve done to my body over the years. (the website says they get rid of cellulite! how cool is that. Not like I’d ever have cellulite… I mean my body is basically like angelina jolie’s, but I know everyone can’t be that fortunate. duh.)

I hate that one of the men in my early morning meeting had a jungle growing on his shirt and didn’t feel the need to button up his shirt to hide it. If anyone EVER yells at me about my cleavage I am going to point at that man and demand that he be reprimanded also.

I hate that ever since the Writers’ Strike The Office hasn’t really been the same. (yea, I said it.) It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, but I just… I don’t know. The dynamic is messed up. I miss the old days of Jim being adorable, Dwight and Andy being hilarious, and Angela being a total bitch.

I hate so much. Really I do. So freaders, what do you hate?