Let me tell you a joke.

Dad was painting the house one day. Forgot which, but yeah. He did.
He saw a roach nearby him.
What do you do when you see a roach and you have a brush in your hand?

Whack it?
Nope.

BRUSH IT! HAHAHAHAHA! He painted the poor thing WHITE! OMG! FIL, fuck its life! HAHAHA! Dad picked the roach up and threw it away! OMG! Chocolate moment! LOL! I shoulda snapped a photo and done something about it! XD!

Away from work now. It's been giving me so much stress. I feel like a plague, that is to be avoided at all costs. I've become more and more quiet until I feel like there isn't a need to open my mouth to talk at all. I've become seriously autistic at work.

Sigh. I don't know! Sir! Avoid me please! I will avoid you at all costs!

Someone hear my plea.
Grant me my wish.
I want to be me again.