I've become so foul up here in Sydney - my language is turning to filth. But I suppose it's because everyone swears here. I hear it all day, every day, constantly, and the more you hang out with people like that, the more their behaviour influences your own behaviour.
I find myself muttering, 'f&*( me', or 'what the f***', or 'for f***'s sake' - just out of frustration.
It's terrible.
Must stop. That might be my new year's resolution - no foul language - in my head and from my mouth.
Frustrated with work. Frustrated. Losing patience with some colleagues. I've set up camp in Bronwyn's office this morning, just to get away from the drama. I need a breather.
I find myself muttering, 'f&*( me', or 'what the f***', or 'for f***'s sake' - just out of frustration.
It's terrible.
Must stop. That might be my new year's resolution - no foul language - in my head and from my mouth.
Frustrated with work. Frustrated. Losing patience with some colleagues. I've set up camp in Bronwyn's office this morning, just to get away from the drama. I need a breather.
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