Dear diary and Lawd Gawd,
WTF? Why have y’all allowed the divorced coo-good into my realm?
At work I’ve been minding my own business and for whatever reason I can sense when a dog is needs something.
Sure brought a y’all elderly fart would walk by my cubicle this morning. And while I still had five minutes of break, I had to escape from the lunch or break room where I saw him conversing with another but in another room with a window view.
Freak off, freaks! I’ll tell y’all more about how my work environment in the past has affected my behavior and how I don’t freaking care if I get hired permanently.
I had to run away basically as I freak out easily. I need to hide. That’s another reason why I don’t like crowds or humanz.
Many have taken advantage of my niceness and moi. So I’m not putting up with this HR crap again. I already reported stuff to my head hunter about unwanted stuff. I’ll be damned if I have to do the same because some cray-crays don’t have anything better to do than to have wrong thoughts.
Freak off!
Evil Kitty
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