Grrrrrrr!

Ever have those days where you hate the world for forcing you to be awake in it?

I hardly slept last night. I overslept this morning and was late for an 8:30 call when I realized that I had totally MISSED an 8 a.m. call (8 a.m.?!?!?! Sadist fucks.) Actually hung up on 8:30 call when I couldn't take the 10 minute monologues and the drastic volume differences (one person yells, the other whispers), and the being ignored until being asked questions that I am clearly expected to have answers to, despite the fact that they have NOTHING TO DO WITH ME anymore. Probably, I should not have done that. I'll feel more rational tomorrow and I'll apologize & smooth things over but today? Fuck 'em.

I hate that I got 1 hour of sleep, I hate this job for forcing me to be here and making me feel guilty for missing calls I totally should have been on, in fact, I hate the phone for ringing, I hate LA drivers for existing, I hate the sun for being so bright and I hate the air for making me breath it. It's too much work, and I! Am! Tired!

It's not even 9:30 yet. It's going to be a long day.