Dear Diary

[Autumn]

Dear diary,

Sunt desigur o suma de lucruri de care as putea sa ma plang, insa am senzatia ca once I put this out there it will be out there for good and it could somehow reach the people I wanna complain about and I don't wanna make my life any harder. Not that any of them are on Zup, cause they're not, it's mostly work crap.

I'm going to tell you instead a beautiful story about how three handsome guys (only one of which I know for sure is gay) brightened my day yesterday. As I'm sure I informed you, Ned and I are quitting smoking and we've been smokers and non-smokers too many times already in the past few months. Yesterday we decided to cut off cigarettes completely (I cheated, anyway, but don't tell anyone). I was at work in the cafeteria and since now I have money to spend on sweets (because no ciggy T_____T), I decided to buy myself some comfort Twix. But the change-stealing nerve-wrecking stupid machine gave me a diet cereal bar instead. I was enraged, but the guy sitting next to me bought me a Twix, and exchanged it with my cereal bar. It made me feel fuzzy all day.

Then my bestie brought me some jam made by his grannie and then another coworker wanted to sort of exchange one of my drawings for chocolate.

That's the nice, beautiful and fuzzy part, but I swear to God, sometimes, this workplace is like high school, I can't believe I am effin' 23 years old and I am STILL -yes I am screaming- dealing with bullies. I guess I can wrap my mind around the concept of a preteen bully. I guess I could also wrap my mind around the concept of teenage bullying. But I can't for the love of me understand how on earth could you be 25, have a good job and a respectable position and STILL bully someone for "being a nerd", caring about how good they do and trying to be the best. How? How is that possible?

But, anyway, yesterday, was all in all a good day. Because chocolate.