Stuck

Is it bad that nearly every time I'm at work lately, banging my head on my desk or against the wall repeatedly until I lose consciousness sounds like a spectacular idea?

I'm thinking there might be something wrong with that.

One of the reasons for that is the hypocrisy around here. Bitch From Hell arrived 30 minutes late this morning, and proceeded to spend the next hour and a half, telling the receptionists stories about her son (aka Demon Child, aka Satan's Spawn).

And yet, when anyone is even a few minutes late, or talks to a co-worker for more than about 10 seconds, they are yelled at like they just dropped a nuclear bomb on the place.

Hmm...

Interesting, no?

I'm seriously surprised that I'm on my fourth year of working here, and I haven't come in with an automatic weapon and mowed everyone down. It's nearly a miracle.

Thank Goddess I get paid so damn much with only a high school diploma. Otherwise, I'd be out of here like a flash.

It's a catch-22. The money is excellent, BUT I know I can't go anywhere else and make the same amount. I'm essentially stuck here.

Gah.

Lately I feel a bit like my feet are stuck in concrete and my wings can only move in slow motion.

Wah. At least I HAVE a job, right?

Right.