Good thing my pop is a doctor (not the asshole who wants the logo, I mean my real dad). He gave me a good sedative to calm my nerves until I got my head straight, but told me I either got a vacation pronto or I would get myself deeper in trouble. I popped one of those suckers... Ah. My boss would yell at me for whatever reason, and all I had was a nice smile in my face. My Traffic Coordinator would ask for a million changes for one half page and I did it with such a dead calm it was scary. Eventually I calmed down, took a week vacation and never had one again.
Once again... Advertising Sucks. Damn! I don't hear bankers having such things to deal with! Secretaries? Lawyers? Not a peep from them. All I hear is yachts, golfing and spa days. And you know why? Because they get a shitload of money for what they do. We, on the other hand, get paid shit and have to deal with egos, bitches, assholes and just plain dumb people. Sometimes a bigger paycheck makes it all worth while. I recently heard of some dude who got paid 6K every two weeks. Six motherfucking thousand dollars!!! (Here comes the Google Hurricane Banner again, damn) I only think what could I be doing with that kind of money. I guess I would invest it in beach getaways and psychiatrists. No way. Even better. Weekly body massages done by, who else... Sicilian Hunks. (Go Corleones!)
I got a friend who came in couple of days ago, with an anxiety attack as well. All I could think of was, darn, if this chick would get some Xanax .25 pills, everything would be ok. I mean... this job is difficult sometimes. It drains us. Vacations can come and go, but sometimes we need that extra help to get thru the day.WAIT! I got it! I know why we drink too much! It's because we don't have time to go to the doctor and get ourselves a prescription! All I have to figure out is the meaning of life. Oh well.
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Ha-ha! I've got the 2 mg. Xanax!
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