Terrorlyn's Diary...

Dear Diary,

I had a real poopy day today. One of my little managers--who shall not be named because I'm very professional--but lets just say he's this hairy heathen freak. Anyhoo, he disobeyed me. Well, like I told him I wanted the company letterhead on all the timecards he hands in, but that poop head didn't do it! Well, I guess I didn't EXACTLY tell him. I just thought he'd KNOW. Jeepers he's such a dolt. At least he doesn't verbally contradict me like those other two scary wenches who work for me. Anyways diary, why can't people just learn to do things my way? Don't they think I know what I'm doing? Cripes, I was a bank teller for two whole years before I got into group homes. I've kinda been around the block a time or two!

And you know, the other day that hairy heathen actually said he wouldn't bring a sick client into the office. Its like he thinks this job is just some kind of dope party and he's the king of it. How do they manage to hire such degenerates? I mean, who knows what that guy is into? He looks middle eastern and I wonder if he's not a terrorite. I guess they just hired him to get their affirmative action quota for colored people in the office. I've thought about callingthe Department of Homeland Security to check him out. And who knows what else he's into? I mean, its people like him that read Harry Potter and inject crack! Yucky!

Sometimes I wonder whatever happened to all my dorm friends from Bethel. We used to have soooo much fun. Oh the good old days of pajama parties and pillow fights and pizza and popcorn and staying up until ten at night! Those were the wild times. I still can't believe that one girl who brought a Cosmo over! And all the other girls actually started reading it with her. It had all these icky things about boys and sex and it was just so disgusting. I can't believe people even think about those things. Well, I guess they'll get their true reward on judgement day when Jesus sends them to h-e-double-hockey-sticks forever.

Well Diary, I can't believe I'm writing this but there's this really cute guy at work that I really like a lot but he's kinda my boss. I just find it so amazing that Bojo knows so much about everything, even more than me and his beard and soul patch are just the bee's knees. He reminds me of Joseph from the Old Testament. Joseph was HOT! Oh my gosh, and when Donny Osmand played him I just about MELTED. But anyhoo, sometimes I wonder if Bojo really IS a prophet. Once, when I was copying something we bumped into each other and I got this really funny feeling all over. I'm not sure if it was icky or super. Its not a sin though as long as you pray afterward.

Diary, I am very tolerant but every time I bring up a great idea for more paperwork, all the managers and even the other directors don't even want to listen. Its like they think they have a million things to do and are soooo busy that a few dozen extra form is going to hurt them or something. If everyone were as hard working as me, I think we could end world hunger in a day. I guess I have to admit that its lonely at the top, but hey wasn't it kina lonely in the middle and at the bottom too?

Thats all for now Diary.