Does Your Job Make You Want to Throw Things?

It's the first thing you'll compain about when you get home. It's what you try to forget as you drink those last bits of various liquors from your freezer while watching E!. It's what makes you hit the snooze button in the morning. And coming from others, it's what makes you glad you're not them. It's all the WHACKED OUT SHIT that goes on in your office.

I've been hearing a lot lately about various sorts of whacked out shit from a dear friend who just started a new job. They're mostly hipster horror stories (read: involves 26-year-old men with ear gauges and a putrid stench that they themselves create so they can periodically use it to make themselves miserable/sick while discussing said misery/sickness deeply and at length).

I work at Jewcy, which is just fun, smells like bagels, and totally normal. All. The. Time. I don't go home and drink away stress because Jewcy createth it not. My position doesn't encompass what ought to be, like, 12 positions because we're not understaffed at all. Besides, internet companies like ours, which encompass a magazine, the uncorrupted version of My Space, a store, and producer of events/parties, run themselves really. Which is why only seven of us are full-time staffers. But seriously, I'm not DESPERATE FOR AN INTERN or anything weird like that. FOR GOD'S SAKE, no. EXTRA LABOR would suck.

In fact I hardly do anything. I just write about dating from time to time, skype funny things to Craig, who sits three three feet to my right, compulsively click "Refresh" on Gawker and watch Daft Punk /other funny videos on YouTube.

But if you have a high stress job replete with whacked out shit, do vent here.