Now I'm All Depressed

Oh. My. God.

Talk about inappropriate. The Bitch From Hell and another one of my co-workers (Mr. Know-It-All) just stood in my office talking about a guy they both know who is dying of cancer. Do I know this man? No. Do I give a shit? No.

Then this led to some 20 minute “watching people die of cancer sucks” conversation, of which I was not even a part. Mr. Know-It-All was like, “Yeah, it's hard...watching people go through that.”

I wanted to say, “Really, asshole? I thought standing by while my favorite grandpa wasted away and eventually died from his brain tumor was a grand old time! I wanted to have a party - daily! Wheeee! Oh, look! He's in a coma now! We can talk about him and he can't say anything! Wheeee!”

Jesus Christ people. If you want to have a conversation between the two of you, go into someone else's damn office. Don't just stand here and talk in mine. You're bringing me down!

Ugh. Too bad going around kicking people in the head for being stupid isn't allowed.

If you missed my previous entry, go here.