I
HATE my job!
I hate it with a fiery passion that burns deep within my soul and
cannot be quelled. It's so bad, I only have 3 weeks until I go on vacation and I.Just.Can't.
I can't find the motivation to show up.
I can't find the energy to do the required work.
And
I can't stop thinking about setting the place on fire and cackling like a crazy, deranged individual

, then

and asking "Who's bad?" as I watch it burn to the ground.
I'm miserable & cranky, losing out on much needed commissions as a result, and I swear I hear

telling me downtown Dallas could use a new piece of leveled, smoking hot real estate on the market.
I'm beginning to think the voices are right and I fear the worse... I've found myself unconsciously

arson how to manuals, and have recently developed the urge to drown puppies and strangle strangers "because they look so darn happy".
Right now, what I'm brewing is the fastlane to orange jumpers and while I don't know anyone who's familiar with the prison system, I have an inkling that me + jail =/= a good match... especially since I have fastlane aspirations. So please, PLEASE,
PLEASE good fellows of the fastlane forum, inundate me with your stories of horrible times at the job and how you pushed through (misery loves company and all that jazz), and perhaps some stories of how awesome being a fastlane success is (so my dubious thoughts don't make it to fruition).
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