Low self-esteem

If you have low self-esteem, do that poor bastard at work a favour, and leave it by the front fucking door before your next shift. Pick it back up on the way out when you're done, if you must, but for god's sake, give the poor cunt a day off.

I am done with fellow employees picking nits about my work to make themselves feel better. I'm fucking over it. If you have low self-esteem, go see a counsellor, a shrink, whatever, but leave me out of it. I've got my own problems.

Here's a thought; using the mistakes of others to make yourself feel better about yourself is a bit like what they try and teach you in school about doing drugs. You'll get a high, but once it wears off, you'll be in worse shape than you were to begin with.

This bitch, Karen, has been riding me for months. She's middle-aged and she's completely miserable. Frankly, it's amazing how many of these I'm meeting out there. They've generally pumped out one or two kids, have come to the conclusion they're not happy with how their lives have turned out, are depressed because of that, and somehow it's my fucking problem. I'm like... what?

Karen, happiness comes from within, sweetheart. No amount of trying to make yourself feel better at my expense is going to help, ok?