November 15, 2001
Today was the worst day I had at my current job. I did, and said the kinds of things I never wanted to at my job. I told Phylis to worry more about getting her fucking job done, and less fucking time worry about iif I got my fuck work done, and later I told her to go fuck herself. We won’t be speaking for a long time. I will say the perfunctory good morning and see you tomorrow, but that is it. I will sit down with Virginia and Phylis, but she’s not a very strong suppervisor. Fucking hell.

