I’m not going to make that mistake again. I can’t believe that I forgot boots, of all things. And now I have fucking snow in my socks and it’s going to take them all fucking day to dry. It’s not even Thanksgiving, for crying out loud! And if I have to see the smelly guy again, I’m just going to vomit on his shoes. Just. Vomit.
*sigh* I’ll get through this. But for fuck’s sake, I’m from Phoenix! Warmth is my birthright! Who the hell is built for this kind of fucking cold? And it’s only going to get worse? Are you kidding me? I can barely fucking move now. I’m wearing every piece of clothing I own and I’m still cold. What am I going to do come January when it’s going to be even colder than this?

Fucking hell, I hate these people walking around all smug in their down overcoats looking at me like I’m some sort of homeless chick. I’m a fucking psychologist, people! I’m a doctor! I just haven’t gotten in for a haircut for a while and if you wore three hats at a time, your hair would look like this too! Fucking jerks. No wonder everyone who works here looks so goddamned grim all the time. This place is a joke. And I’ll bet they still have the AC on. FUCK! This is like Antarctica here! But only six more months until we’re in the new building. And at least there I won’t have to come in the front door with all the crazies. I hate this place. You can’t even walk down the hall and say hi to people because you can never tell who’s a loony and who’s a doctor.