There's some shit I can no longer say on any of my other social media sites. Like, since people from work started adding me on Facebook, I can no longer bitch about work on Facebook. That was all fine, because I had Twitter and literally not one other person in the office had it, because despite the fact that they're all publicists and marketers, they are still old and past it.

Now, they're all on Twitter as well (kinda my fault because I kept talking it up), and now I can't moan about work ANYWHERE. I can't moan about the fact that I didn't get the job I applied for, because I don't want everyone to know I went for that job which that CHILD got instead. Or that I'm sick to the teeth of having to put people's filthy dishes in the dishwasher because I'm a receptionist and apparently 'ad hoc cleaning duties' really were part of my contract.

So that is why I'm here, Blogspot. To bitch. And to express the odd deep inner yearning which I'm ashamed to voice anywhere else. So, welcome to bits of my brain.