"...And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself
Well...How did I get here?..."
Cause it is just about unbearable with these morons that run the show around here.
When I interviewed here I told them "I am tired of selling myself short."
Well guess what?
I'm tired of selling myself short.
This busy work for busy work sake its repetitive and monotonous.
It's beneath me.
No point in even looking for something else with whats getting ready to go down here before long.
I just wanna walk out of here with both middle fingers blazin sayin,
"Told yall mu%#$@ fu+*^&%$, ya every last one thought I was crazy.
Now look at ya.
Have a nice live.
Peace. "
These guys act like this is all there is to life.
Well fuck that, I got a better idea.
For you, for me, for Nich.
Gonna deliberately schedule a meeting on my day off.
Like I would be here.
Drive 180 miles round trip for a 1 hour meeting.
Somebody was being a cunt just to try and be a cunt.
Luckily they convinced her I wouldn't be here if she did that.
Know what she actually said?
"Well I don't make him live so far away."
Thats the kind of consideration we get.
Never mind that I am more punctual and have less of an attendance problem than most guys who live within 30-45 minutes from here.
It's nuts.
it causes me undo stress and anxiety and I wantto know whats going on Lucy so my head can rest.
Cause right now?
it just can't.



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