The loneliness... is killing me.
The lame-ness of it is killing me, too.
Motherfucker.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Friday
It's Friday, and still I feel like crap. I've been feeling like crap everyday, lately.
But today's particularly bad. Not only am I in the office with a fever, I also arrived late because no goddamn cabs were available.
The fucking cab company. After a million attempts to get through, the system wouldn't even accept my submission.
I had to press '1' if I wanted a cab at a location where I had previously got one.
No matter how many times I pressed the button, the damn voice kept repeating 'Press 1 for... Press 2 for..'
I was expecting it to go 'NO CHANCE, BITCH' eventually.
What I got instead one of the operators. OK fine.
'Please hold while we process your booking'. 15 minutes later, that damn automated voice re-appeared and went 'NO CHANCE, BITCH'.
I had to take the bus. Got here an hour late.
THEN I had to find out that my application for a week-long leave had been rejected because according to company policy, I have to inform them a month in advance before taking 'long leave'.
Would've been nice to have been informed of the goddamn policy.
But no.
Spring it on me anytime you bitches want, eh?
I want to write more, but I'm exhausted. So later, bitches.
Well enough of that.
But today's particularly bad. Not only am I in the office with a fever, I also arrived late because no goddamn cabs were available.
The fucking cab company. After a million attempts to get through, the system wouldn't even accept my submission.
I had to press '1' if I wanted a cab at a location where I had previously got one.
No matter how many times I pressed the button, the damn voice kept repeating 'Press 1 for... Press 2 for..'
I was expecting it to go 'NO CHANCE, BITCH' eventually.
What I got instead one of the operators. OK fine.
'Please hold while we process your booking'. 15 minutes later, that damn automated voice re-appeared and went 'NO CHANCE, BITCH'.
I had to take the bus. Got here an hour late.
THEN I had to find out that my application for a week-long leave had been rejected because according to company policy, I have to inform them a month in advance before taking 'long leave'.
Would've been nice to have been informed of the goddamn policy.
But no.
Spring it on me anytime you bitches want, eh?
I want to write more, but I'm exhausted. So later, bitches.
Well enough of that.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Bliss
Holy motherfucking cunt shit cocksucker.
MY GOD is she fucking stupid. How the hell does she even get out of bed every morning?
Must be nice to be THAT stupid and ignorant.
Talk about making a fencepost look like a goddamn genius.
How is it that she can think I'm an assistant,
when I'm the only one in the department?
I do the forecasts, I make sure the PO's come in. I entertain the customers' stupid requests (learn to read the guide, you lazy assholes). Hell, I even determine the price.
I do the work of a manager, and the stupid bitch still thinks I'm an assistant.
I AM ASSISTING MYSELF.
I can only hope and pray that eventually, it will become legal to murder idiots.
Fuck off and die.
Have a nice day!
MY GOD is she fucking stupid. How the hell does she even get out of bed every morning?
Must be nice to be THAT stupid and ignorant.
Talk about making a fencepost look like a goddamn genius.
How is it that she can think I'm an assistant,
when I'm the only one in the department?
I do the forecasts, I make sure the PO's come in. I entertain the customers' stupid requests (learn to read the guide, you lazy assholes). Hell, I even determine the price.
I do the work of a manager, and the stupid bitch still thinks I'm an assistant.
I AM ASSISTING MYSELF.
I can only hope and pray that eventually, it will become legal to murder idiots.
Fuck off and die.
Have a nice day!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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.
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.
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