There are a couple of things that I need to say. I didn't realize that I had pent up frustration in me but I guess I do.
There is this African guy who works in my group who is freaking me out. Everytime I look up, he's staring at me!! What n*&#!@ ?!! What in the world are you looking at!? I don't really need to work with him in any capacity except one, but he keeps on sending me these emails pertaining to things I don't do! You know that I don't touch billing dude! Come on. Leave me alone!
If one more person comments on the way I eat or don't eat, I'm going to scream. Why is it so abnormal that I like to eat "right" portions? No I don't like to have a whole bunch of stuff on my plate, nor do I like a whole bunch of food in my face. It overwhelms me. So what?! I don't value food like the typical Klump family member. Sue me. Geez! Actually, just like it would hurt a fat person's feelings to grab a chunk of their fat and comment on it, it hurts my feelings when people put their fingers around my wrist and looks at me oddly. I am NOT skinny. Slender yes, but not skinny. I wish people would stop acting like something is wrong with me. It is NOT okay.
I'm just venting. I deal with whatever though. It's just people. Imperfect people.