Slightly, but not very, surprised.

Socialist? Me?

You are a Social Liberal (71% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (16% permissive) You are best described as a: Socialist Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

Gritting teeth....

All right. Absolutely no one is allowed to yell at me, run me over, argue with me, or generally berate me for the rest of the day. Is that understood?

ETA.

Late to work. Again. Eight minutes after 9.

As I'm running into the building, some fucking moron on a bike literally runs over my shoe. On the sidewalk.

I get to my desk, and there's a sheaf of registrations I processed yesterday with all my mistakes outlined in yellow highlighter. AND red pen-- just in case I missed it the first time.

I ask why some of them note for me to make corrections on things that aren't actually wrong.

"Discussion" ensues about process, even though I'm STILL not actually wrong.

Bitch supervisor calls over to us to say we're being too loud.

I finally just say, "Yes. Thank you." to get everyone out of my face. Even though I'm STILL NOT WRONG.

Open email. Recieve notice that my lateness will get me written up soon.

Look at clock. I'd been here ten minutes.

Note to Silverstah:

Re: Serenity.


NOW I'm starting to get it.