My Online Diary
Post 2: Work frustrations
Apr. 25th, 2025
Today my boss made me go to some stupid meeting I didnāt want to go to. Basically made me stand around doing nothing for an hour while everyone talked around me. Only reason my boss even made me go was because she has a personal vendetta against the person hosting the meeting and wanted to bring a posse with her to make it look like sheād more important than she is. Itās pathetic really. I could have done so many more important things. It really set me up for an annoying start to an annoying day. Iām honestly so tired of my boss. I really like my job but she makes it unbearable most of the time. Sheās obsessed with making herself look good. I think the power has gone to her annoying head.
After I finished the stupid meeting I went back to work and was immediately met with annoying customers. Working in customer service sucks so much and it sucks even more when you have to sit there and hold someoneās hand to talk them through basic paperwork. It wouldnāt be so bad if they would LISTEN to me when I try and explain things but they always try and act like they know what theyāre doing and then they do it wrong and get mad at me when I call them out on it. Iām sorry old lady??? Maybe just let me explain how to do things before you try and suddenly take action? You came to me for help so let me help you? Needless to say I rolled my eyes a lot today.
I honestly wish I could just work for myself. I daydream sometimes about starting my own business. I love art, Iām an artist. I love making art. Iād love to open a gallery and have a second hand art supply shop. I went to one a few towns over and I loved it. I thought it was so cool that I could just fill up a bag of whatever and then take it home. I found so many cool little things to use in my art there. I wish I could open one in my town. Iāll never be able to, but I dream about it. Or I wish I could be a trust fund kid. I know some of them have crappy lives and no amount of money will make them feel better about it, but god would it be great to get to sit on my behind cry to mommy and daddy to pay for things for me.
Iām honestly just so tired of working. I want to stop working. I donāt like working. I was made to sit on my butt and do fun little hobbies all day, not sit in an office setting tired out of my mind slowly stressing over if Iām doing enough to not get fired.
I wish I could open an art shop.
Sincerely,
Miss Thoughtless





















