People who don't know what the fuck they're talking about should shut their goddamn mouths.

Don't ask me if the job I love has "gotten to be just another job yet" because I responded that the day was "meh." It simply means that nothing extraordinary happened. And when I say that I'm tired, don't start on a self-righteous shpeal about how I'm not "accustomed to working an 8 hour day in which [I] actually have to do something." For the past 2 weeks that I've been doing this job, being on my feet for 8 hours, this is the first time I've said I was tired after work; just because I don't have a job while I'm at school, don't think it means that I sit around and eat fucking bonbons all day. Just because I'm at school for the better part of the year doesn't mean I haven't been working my ass off all year.

For the record, at school, I get less than half of the sleep I'm supposed to get because I'm working my ass off to get shit done so I can pass my classes. I don't get up and exercise every day like you think I should because I'm writing papers. I eat total crap because it's all that's available when I'm not getting food poisoning from the dining hall.

When you give me an answer to a problem you know nothing about like your word is the end-all-fucking-be-all, don't be surprised when I walk the fuck away. You're being an asshole and I don't want to deal with it. Simple as that.

Every time I have a legitimate problem, be it my fatigue, my weight issues, or some other stupid third thing, you act as if you're the god-damn expert. My being tired could have to do with the fact that I haven't worked out for a few days, or I didn't eat dinner, or I'm pre-menstrual; just because I've got a job that I love whereas you're stuck in one that you think is shit doesn't mean you have to make mine sound like it--and me--is worth less.

I chose to walk away so I didn't have to hear you go on about how I'm tired because I'm finally working and pulling my own weight--you might not have said it but it was sure as hell implied strongly enough--and you get pissed off and say I'm the most aggravating person you've ever known because "whenever [I] ask a question and get a real answer that [I don't want] to hear, [I] walk away." Real answer, my ass. And sure, there may be a day when I have to ask you for your opinion or for your help, but it sure as hell ain't going to be in the foreseeable fucking future.

You don't fucking know a thing about me and I don't think you see any problem in that fact. I'm starting to realize you're a total fucking sham and an utter asshat.