I think that work has really rubbed off on me.
And not, in a good way.
I don’t care about what other people have to say.
I am bitter.
I am critical.
Extremely impatient. (although I feel that this might have been a flaw I had prior to my start here.)
I just want to come to work and work. I don’t want to talk. I don’t care about what kind of dream you had.
Is that horrible?
This place is a quicksand. You just get sucked down.
There is barely enough time (if that) to get the work done that I HAVE to get done, and I just can’t waste anymore. All I want to do is get work done and leave.
Do I want to be this person? Of course not.
But for some reason I am right now.