If there's one thing I don't have, it's patience. I hate waiting; an hour's usually the most that I could take just standing still. I get irked easily when someone asks me to repeat things I've just said. And most of all, and this is something that I am both guilty and feel mixed up about, I cannot tolerate slow people. I am always tempted to snap my fingers at someone who takes a lot of time thinking up responses to relatively easy questions but I mentally kick myself right after the image of me doing that forms in my head. Yesterday, I bit my officemate's head off because he just kept asking the same fucking question all day long. One minute, I was minding my own and the next, I'm telling someone to just shut up and stop being such a loser.

On one hand, I don't regret it because he was really asking for it. I mean, c'mon, get a fucking number, why don't you? But this morning, when I felt that he was being unusually quiet, my Safeguard konsensya reared its weak head.

I just don't get why I feel bad. I mean, he was really being a pain. But I guess I shouldn't have screamed at him. Not when my boss was around or anyone else was around, for that matter. I seriously could do without the bitch points. But at the rate I'm going, I'd have to do some major ass-kissing for the next 34 years.

Sometimes, having to live up to society's standards just plain sucks big time.