I think I'm actually just starting to accept this whole loneliness thing and beginning to digest and move on.

It's tough to say, I'm still not being social enough or meeting nearly enough people, but at least I'm not so mopey or depressed before I fall asleep. The stuff I got for my thyroid actually helped out a little, so I've been perkier lately. However, work continues to drag be down; whether it be grumpy-faggoty old men bitching at me for not having their stuff (Which it's Dan's fucking fault, he refuses to order because next door won't approve his older orders. Fucker.) or my retarded counterparts. I've almost gotten into fistfights with men nearly twice my age on a couple of occasions, and if Sean continues to have attitude with me or Dan has another little girl temper tantrum and tells me to fuck off one more time? Fuuuuckk.

I've been ridiculously scrappy lately. Anytime someone disrespects me in the slightest ( Asides customers, apparently screaming is a common way to communicate in this business) I'm up in their face right away, either countering them or insulting them back. No insult is left alone, no off hand slight about my personality or attitude ignored. I've been pushed around my whole life, mostly because of my build or slightly submissive nature, but now that I've got the figure and am good and fucking tired of being pushed, that's all over. I'm simply not allowing it, not backing down, and if someone pisses me off, they'll hear about it. Quick.

And on that note, that cunt Sean is going to get fired. Whether it be me squealing on him for being late almost every time me and him have to open (5-10 minutes, whatever; excusable. An hour every weekend and once a weekday? Fuck that!) or him claiming to know the job better? Go die buddy. Seriously, don't fuck with me. I'll get you fired or beat you down.

Yawn. Back to work I guess. What a stupid day.