Sleeping drugs? Hah! This manic mind can survive on less than 5 hours sleep darlings. Never mind the horse tranqilisers taken at 1 a.m. - I wake up and bing: he mind is going 201 mph. Full of the problems caused by the fools that made up my working day. How I want to squash their egos, like nasty bugs. Stomp! Voila, problem solved.
I've been told again and again that I don't suffer fools. But I do! I really do. I suffer, believe me I suffer. I suffer from working with fools for a great majority of my working day! Hello, I work in Government. Government is populated by too many people in positions whose lack of ability to perform the job they are paid for is conspicuous by its absence. Part of me would like to tell them all what I really think. Sometimes I lose it and do tell them what I really think. That is a career limiting action. I'd like to quit my job and tell the world that I am going permanently insane. I would love that. I would truly love that. Please God, let me be permanently crazy so I don't have to work with thicker-than-two-short-planks ego maniacal morons. Retirement is a trillion years away. Mon Dieu, why hast thou forsaken me?
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