Drowning

These past few days life has really started getting to me.

No horrible tragedy has befalled me. Its just the million little things that seem to destroy me. Im so tired of work. The job i love. I am so content when i'm creating something. The tap tap tap of the blade striking the cutting board is soothing. I drift into my own little world as i chop away at bell pepper after bell pepper Its peacefull. Until someone comes and interrupts my wonderfull little utopia. To tell me a story i could care less about, to ask me to do some menial task that they are too lazy to do. Im just so tired of the politics. My mind screams for me to tell them to leave me alone and let me work. But the words that escape my lips are always polite and friendly. A certain co-worker seems to be the main reason i dread work lately. She's a senior airmen who hasnt even gone through adls yet. But, she thinks that she can pull rank on me. Honey, i dont respect staffs so why in gods name would i listen to you? If it was a reasonable request i would do it without a second thought. But its only the stuff she is too lazy to do herself. And its not even the task sometimes its how she asks. For example today: "Airman Herrington, Go sweep and mop the office. After all you contributed to the mess the most." First off, i had been on the floor all day. I was prepping my items since six am. I didnt even go in the office to check my email. However she had been in there bullshitting on her cell phone all day... i did it without complaint. And i didnt even recieve a thank you. Thats the shit that really pisses me off. Youre a airman just like me but act as though youre a god damn chief.


Enough of my whining. I feel like a middle school girl crying about my life like that.

Its time to drown my sorrows with my favorite O-3