I go around to all the others and then I get to the last one. Heister. I go in there and he has a extension cord running across the freaking floor, so doesn't he expect somebody's going to fucking trip over the god damn piece of shit?! So I do and then I apologize profusely, but no, he can't take a fucking apology. He jumps on my back, saying, "Can't you see that I'm in the middle of something." Well, maybe what I'm doing is more important than your piddly ass fucking class so go to fucking hell you dumbass.
It wouldn't have taken two freaking seconds to ask the person one freaking question. So fuck him, It's not my fucking problem anymore. ::sigh:: I feel much better after that.
I don't feel this way now… but then again… I want nothing to do with WR now… I'm free from it's evil grasp!