You know, it isn’t easy hating someone. Especially since John Lennon’s birthday just passed and since we’re in Christmas times. But face it, some people simply don’t give you a fucking break to be friendly. You see, there are assholes, then there are shit heads, then there are cunts, then there are people who simply tempt you to smash their head into a photocopier over and over.
Paper Jam? I don’t think so. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Why is it so hard for people to understand what makes another person tick? Why are some people simply oblivious to the fact that people want to disembowel them and piss on their rib cage? Is it that insane to want people to say please and thank you? Is it that impossible to be even mildly considerate with a co-worker? Apparently so.
Apparently we live in a world that has become so individualistic and egotistical that common sense and manners have gone the way of the fucking do do. But noooooo then we have to sit through fucking team building exercises that are simply corporate circle jerks to appease the powers that be to fool them into thinking everything is fine.
Well everything is not fine in most companies. In fact, I can’t remember the time where I saw something positive on a Facebook wall post about someone talking about how they love their job. Times are tight and assholes are getting tighter. They ask for more and more and give less and less. Cut benefits, cut salaries, oh no you have to stay late and come early. Oh wow, you need to go to the doctor? Can you take work with you home? Are you kidding me? Are people that ignorant and self absorbed in their quest to kiss ass and floss with the president’s pubes that they have no idea how much of a piece of shit they are? Or do they secretly know and wear cilices and whip themselves stupid while snorting powdered corporate juice.
For fuck’s sake, there has to be something better than what we’re settling for. Extra efforts? Doesn’t matter. Great initiative? Please. All you need is to be someone’s sweetheart or their kid sister and you’ll get ahead. Fuck talent, fuck brains, fuck gumption. Hell gumption? To these people Gumption is what motivated Forrest to run faster or some secret Bubba Gump Shrimp dish. Kissing ass and taking credit. That’s the formula to success. Oh and so is having daddy issues and fucking upper management to get ahead while giving head while fulfilling some twisted Freudian slip of the tip.
So is today a bad day? Not really. It’s a day. Another day actually. Another day in a long line of days where I see myself and ask, what will it take to find some sort of satisfaction and the answers are not in any of the prior and obviously not in the current day job. Because happiness and satisfaction are not in a job. It’s not something you can buy at the supermarket or get prescribed by some physician. It’s a fucking unicorn that is findable only if today, right now you say enough of this shit and stop kidding yourself.
You know your fucking dreams, so stop delaying. This is to anyone who needs a pep talks as well as it is for me so I can see that today, December 10th 2010, I’m supremely pissed and am screaming at myself to stop jacking off and get cracking on getting leaving from where I am. Am I still better than where I was a while back? You bet your ass, but that doesn’t mean that I have to keep settling. Fuck settling in the ass with a rusty horseshoe from a two week old horse cadaver.
So am I gonna proof this? Fuck no. But am I gonna say cheers. Fuck yes. That’s my battlecry. It’s my anthem in a word. It’s my widget to manifest any positive feeling in me whether it be happy, mellow or full on aggressive. So without further ado, to the coworker that spurred this rant on: Fuck you and I hope you deepthroat a cactus and to all those who have had days like these:
CHEEERRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssss
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