You know what I don't get?

People who don't have the sense to move all the way into a train
(especially when it's not crowded, but there IS a crowd waiting on the
platform) and who, instead, choose to plant themselves like concrete
slabs right by the doors so it's difficult for the rest of us to
squeeze our way inside before the doors chime and start closing in on
us.

And if you're one of the people who do that, then YOU SUCK. You
obviously have some sort of brain deficiency --- you know, where LOGIC
is supposed to reside.

And another thing --- why, oh, why do some people muddle around like
lemmings when something doesn't work instead of doing the logical
thing, which is calling the helpdesk? What the hell's wrong with
people? Why do they continue to stand there, looking for help from me
when I'm clearly not qualified to answer that question and I've
already provided the most logical answer: CALL HELPDESK. Call the
people who know.

Idiots.

Anyways, apparantly, January 22 is supposed to be the worst day of the
year. Other sites say it's January 23 or 24...I think what counts is
if it falls on a Monday.

Sometimes, you just wake up and you're in a foul mood (might be
period-related) and you just want to literally bite off someone's head
--- the first person who comes along to say something that pisses me
off.

Like there's this one woman here...she's so co-dependent! She can't
even go to the friggin' washroom unless she has someone to go with
her.

Freak.