Rage occurs when oxytocin, vasopressin, and corticotropin-releasing hormones are rapidly released from the hypothalamus. This results in the pituitary gland producing and releasing large amounts of the adrenocorticotropic hormone, which causes the adrenal cortex to release corticosteroids. This chain reaction occurs when faced with a threatening situation - such as working with a bunch of exhausting simpletons!
'FUCK YOU' is being typed in bolded, italicized font in an email addressed to senior management; my cursor hovers over the 'send' button...
Ctrl+A. Delete.
I won't send this, I never send these.
LOSER!
Today I feel like the man who makes tea for the guy who makes coffee, an insignificant nonentity that goes about my business like a worker bee; a loyal drone unable to bring into focus what it is I'm supposed to be working towards.
You spend nine blissful months in an environment of warmth and security, only to have the mother ship attacked by something which insists on dragging you into the real world to join the rest of society.
The first few years aren't so bad... Before school hits... That's when the shit really hits the fan: bullied about your Thundercats lunch box, laughed at in your He-Man pants, and acne has never been afraid to kick a man when he's down. Then you evolve into a wage slave where you have to deal with demanding bosses, frustrated customers and the same questions day in day out, over and over and ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I stare at the water cooler.
Did you know that diacetylmorphine causes immediate respiratory suppression; it's amazing how easy it is for your average Joe to get hold of uncut opiates these days. Interesting.
The only thing preventing me from contaminating the water supply or tearing off my own arm just so I have something to throw at you is a cocktail of caffeine, co-codamol (2 x 500mg 4 times a day) and enough sugar to put a small horse into a diabetic coma. This holy trinity has so far been enough to suppress my fury and prevent the ensuing carnage, but I'm unable to escape my own head and the temptation to jam a pencil into my eye and swirl it around my brain in an effort to dislodge what it is that vexes me still remains.
4hrs left. There's still time.
Until then I shall continue to hate these people to death from the comfort of my desk whilst listening to the soothing alt-classical sounds of Ludovico Einaudi.
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