Seriously

The closer it gets to going home the crabbier I am getting. Today Clint accosted me with stories before I even got to work. He kept it up all day. I'm seriously worn out. I wish I had double sided headphones so I could drown him out more.

Then H starts in on the very minute amount of nerves I have. I asked him to pick me up after work at 7 and he had the audacity to tell me to remind him!!! It was 4 on when I asked so let's do that math shall we? I just stopped responding and at 6:30 he texted if 7:45 was good. I'm still waiting for him to get here and have to consciously remind myself to unclench my teeth.

I'm trying to be a good friend but my patience is being tested. I can tell its time to go home. I've hit my my capacity in dealing with people and their bullshit. I'm hoping for a nice evening out with lots of beer to help me relax a bit more. If I don't someone needs to start saying prayers for those sitting near me tomorrow.