I'm smart. No doubt about it, I only threw myself out of a running for a job that would give me a fair bit of cash. Then again it would be in a job, I don't want to do.

There is really only one job that I want to do.

Do I feel bad? Not too much. Did I get told off? Kind of. Did I get upset? A little, but it was my own fault.

I don't want to be a receptionist, so who gives a fuck. I could've had today off if my colleague wasn't such a dick.

Office's are not my habitat.

Time to wait for my Temporary role to disappear me thinks.

I guess I'm just smart in a different way.