Dear Workflow,

you are not working! And why? It is really frustrating. If everybody just did their job, and just a tiny little bit more than that, I would not have to do half of everybody else's job and could do mine, and just a bit more than that!

I want to stand up and shout into people's faces. Not because I want them to feel bad or ashamed or any emotion what so ever, I only want them to do what they are supposed to do. Why is everybody a bottleneck these days? This cannot be it! So, I am not afraid to say, dear workflow, you are dysfunctional!

I hate coming home from work all frustrated. Sometimes I am so close to deciding I want to quit and find something that will bring out some passion. Then again it is not the worst place to work either, and if everybody just stuck you, you terrible, terrible workflow, I would not have to be frustrated all the time and think about quitting.

And instead of shouting into other people's faces I usually end up clinching my fists and frowning, and soon I will look old, angry and deeply frustrated because of this, and I will have to wither away in my misery, poring hot water onto playing kids.

What kind of perspective is that?!

Dear Other People,

the term tolerance is misleading. To be tolerant should be divided into two similar but yet different words. To be tolerant would then mean to be open to the world, to new ideas, to other individuals and to be indifferent to the prejudices one had. To be tolerating would then be the other expression because if one were tolerating, one would still be affected by annoyances while quietly swallowing those deep down. To be tolerating is active, something one actually has to actively do, while being tolerant is something like a state of being or a certain characteristic.

However, dear Other People, I might be tolerant in general, especially in the sense of justice and political correctness, but I am not very good at tolerating. Many of you annoy me. Many of you should dissolve into thin air or crumble to dust to be carried away by the wind into oblivion.

And you are everywhere. Yesterday at work I had to deal with different varieties of Other People. That two arrogant women who thought they were so incredibly irresistible and knew everything so much better than the actual experts. Or that weak man who would not step up. Or the other man with the pretty curls who is a clown and who annoys me every other five minutes. Those Other People were so dumb, so pretentious and annoying. Why do I have to deal with this nonsense? In those moments, I transform. I transform into a mass of disgust and hatred. I want to knock sense into them. Not in the classic sense of a good beating; more in the metaphorical sense, imaginative but therefore so much worse. It makes me mad having to deal with the Other People even at work, a so called professional environment. But it is especially those aggravating Other People who claim professionalism. Professionalize my behind! They know nothing of professionalism and still they pretend to be worthy of what they disgusting little minds desire. In my opinion, they only deserve excreta on their desks or in their purses.

As you can read, Other People, you annoy me very much. I prefer to be surrounded by The People I Like. Those are just great, even when they annoy me.