Fuck It...Going Left

I had an epiphany at work today. I'm in a rut and hate everybody who works here because they are clones of people I have worked with at other places and already got sick of dealing with. Working in the shipping department means that I am the last line of defense against the innumerable stupid mistakes made by the folks who enter the orders, without having the luxury of a safety net for myself. Not that I need one: I'm just that fucking good. But it's not only the people that work here, it's also the folks that deliver and pick up. Half of these idiots want to  infect me with their political ignorance, and the other half want to inform me of how hot it is in the warehouse. I want to deal these fuckers a death blow with some soul-crushing sarcasm, but times are tough and I need my job. Is it my destiny to quietly climb the corporate ladder while correcting the same stupid mistakes, silently ignoring political advice from toothless illiterates, and pretending that I didn't realize how fucking hot it was until some random redneck strolled up and was good enough to inform me? I want to bolt, I have to get out, but until I can get paid to write, I feel like my awareness of my situation only exacerbates my inability to diplomatically deal with it. Fuck these fucking fucks! Stupidity should be a terminal illness and I wish that my urine stream was strong enough to cut folks in half as it is the only death that befits them. I apologize for any insincere apologies I may have made earlier in week, you deserved the ugly truth and I deprived you of that. My bad. End rant.