Ever-Present

It's 3pm, on a Wednesday afternoon.

Holy SHIT am I sleepy. Been sleepy every day for the past couple of weeks.
But it's been exceptionally bad these past few days.

How bad?
Drunks are more articulate than me.

Still doing the same job. Still surrounded by dumbass superiors.

The stupidity of 2 in particular happen to be at the top of the pile right now. As I'd mentioned before, I'm fucking sleepy, so I'll just talk about one of them. For now.

Let's see...
My job is to bring in the purchase orders,
go over them the first time,
and let the processing side handle the rest.

So if any duplicate licenses are sent to the customer or reseller,
guess what? IT'S NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM.

But no...
the stupid fat bitch director - who can't even understand that part numbers correspond to QUANTITY not PERIOD- shouted at ME, after the conference call ended in which she declared
herself completely free of blame ("I didn't work on this...").

YOU got the same e-mail as I did. It was sent to everyone. And being a fucking DIRECTOR,
you should know who's responsible for what.

But no... she blamed ME.
Why must there be laws in place to prevent me from smiting
horrible creatures such as she?

Fucking moron can't even string together a single grammatically-correct sentence.
That is how stupid she is.

The other one that pissed me off is the new Channel Manager who does practically nothing.
Knows very little about part numbers, partner margins and maintenance periods...
even though it is his JOB to know.

I'll explain why he pissed me off later.
Need... a... goddamn... nap...

Fuck you.

Well enough of that.

Perfect

Well it's Monday. Again. Fucking-

I just found out that the pair of shoes I'd bought over the weekend
is made up of 2 different sizes. Great. Just great.

Someone I told this to actually asked me if I had tried both shoes on.
Well, no.

I tried one on, and it felt right. Who the hell expects 2 different sizes
in one box?
Dumbass.

So now I've got to go back to that shithole store. And yea, and I've got to keep wearing these fucking
squeaky shoes until Thursday.

It's the 2nd week of May, and I still don't know for how much longer will I be here,
doing the job of a manager, and getting a temp's salary. Not a temp manager, nooo...
The salary of a temporary 'Retail Associate'.

Yep. I'm a goddamn manager on a budget for these greedy assholes.
As soon as I get a better offer, you can bet your ass I'm outta here.

Well back to working.
Oh joy.

Fuck you.

Have a nice day!

Well enough of that.

Fucking A

Well, it's Wednesday.
Less than 2 weeks before I'm officially unemployed.

I'd like to write more, but Blogger is being fucked up right now. Every time I hit 'Enter', the goddamn cursor disappears for a few seconds, and reappears either at the beginning of the sentence I'd just written,
at the top of this post.

It's fucking annoying, and I'm too sleepy for this shit.
I'll be back later.


Fuck you, Blogger.
And fuck anyone else who's reading this.

Have a nice day!

Assholes.

I Is Smart

You know how people say that
middle management is usually
made up of dumbasses?

That's because it's TRUE.

How I've avoided punching
each and every one of them in the rectum
with a spiky dildo set on fire...
I do not know.

It's a fucking mystery.

Like my boss, for example.
The one for whom I do most
of the important work...
and get very little credit for.

He's new, but even the one before him
was just as stupid and annoying.


Let's see...
I come up with a suggestion on
how to solve a problem,
or handle a task.

He dismisses it completely.


About an hour or two later,
he comes to me,
with the EXACT same proposal.

After which,
he pats himself on the back for
coming up with such a good idea,
and gives me the proverbial finger
to his head, while exclaiming
"See how smart I am? You should try to be more like me."

Every time this happens,
the image of my hands around his
scrawny neck enters my mind.
And I let it linger.

Sometimes I picture
telling the other prisoners
"Yeah, and when he did it again, I just snapped!"

Goddamn these motherfucking idiots.
Oh and the reason they can't extend my contract?
Tight budget?
Really?

Not tight enough to pay for your
6k-a-month apartment,
you greedy piece of shit.

At least I've already got
an offer from another company.

So fuck every single one of you morons.

And if I manage to get into your main rivals,
so help me,
I will fuck this company up so badly,
you'll wish  you had a flaming dildo up the ass.

Have a nice day, bitches.

The Truth

... is that you're all full of shit.
Every single one of you.

Fuck you.

Release The Hounds

Well...
It just hit me. I'm 29. Well going to be real soon, anyway.

I've got a ton of stories that have been
swirling around in my head since
I was 14.

It's time to clear some space up there.

So before the end of this year,
I'll try and get most,
if not all of them out of the basement,
and onto paper, so to speak.

What can I say?
Either pay rent,
or get the fuck out.

Maybe once they're gone,
I'll finally be able to enjoy porn.

Damn

Why did I think it was a good idea?
Socialising.
Dating??

Sheesh.

You gotta admit,
for a while,
it was kind of... fun.

I mean,
I KNEW it was coming,
that nothing was gonna happen.


But man...
even when you crash
gently...
it fucking burns.

Oh well.