Today my boss talked hatefully to me, snarling and glaring at me and working herself up. She is filled with such anger and hatred it's a wonder she doesn't burst into flames. I didn't let it bother me, though because I don't give a rat's rear hindquarter about my job anymore, or about whether that poor devil spits her mind poison. This lousy job is just a mechanism to put food on the table. I used to care, but being treated like crud day after day just killed my enthusiasm. I am enthusiastic about the other career for which I am preparing, though.