Ah, a good mood is such a fleeting thing. Last night my soul was filled with optimism, I actually did something nice for someone without expecting anything in return. Maybe I've become a heartless automaton, but yesterday for no good reason everything seemed okay. I was optimistic about my new job, but this bitter, bitter old spinster insists on making this job hell for me. I desperately want to be optimistic about this job, but God it is SO hard sometimes. It's not that I can't do the work, but right now it's this old hag next to be that insists on killing my spirit, what a complete bitch. And she doesn't really try to hide it. You know what this is, it's passive aggressiveness.