venti vent.

i hate my commute. i miss walking to work, so much, especially today as i walked home from downtown and was part of a huge crowd of people doing the same thing. i used to walk 15 minutes to the old office and now i drive 25. i hate how everyone in my office thinks that my department doesn't do anything, that we just sit around on our thumbs all day, and they expect us to take care of all the functions of running a company but really we're just two little girls. i hate that all our employees don't care. i hate seeing their posts all over myspace, posted at all times of the day, which means that instead of helping customers they're surfing the interweb. i hate losing my wallet (but i love good samaritan bicyclists who find it and return it to my building). i hate being sick. i hate not knowing if i'm going to vancouver to open another store this week. i hate being woken up by drunk boys at 2 am when i have to get up at six. i hate that i haven't spoken to or heard from my dad in almost a year. before that, almost another year. i hate that my phone doesn't have texting capabilities. i hate that there are so many good shows coming up, SO MANY, and i'm too broke to go to all the ones i want to. i hate it when people post apartments on craigslist but don't put an address or pictures. i hate that i haven't read a book in like two months. i hate that i just used the word hate so many times.