Unnecesary Creatures

When you think about all the hard work it actually takes to create a human being and all the intangibles that go along with it, it’s a wonder that we get stuck with some people who quite frankly should have been a cumshot. Every single day at my job there’s this harpy that somehow survived Greek times and landed in my spot of Earth to eventually be groomed to be a completely disposable sack of shit.

I’ve worked with hypochondriacs, power mongers, micro managers and a wealthy variety of assholes that take no consideration of the feelings or wellbeing of anyone, even themselves. If history teaches us anything on a daily basis it’s that it repeats itself and once again I find myself in a situation where someone who is inefficient, annoying, rude, and just plain noxious is my supervisor. Add to this an ego trip where they use words they’ve learned in class in the workroom just to sound smart, and you get an idea of what I’m talking about.

If history serves me right, and it should, what will happen is that I will get fed up and look for another supposed green pasture to try and graze from, minding my own business until some heathen insists on pissing on my patch of grass. Why I can’t simply come to work, do my job without facing something out of the ordinary and leave at a prudent hour is beyond me. Why I can consistently find myself in situations where I have a supervisor which is mediocre at best and offers up just an overall rude experience with every single email is also beyond me. I work hard, make acquaintances in all departments, am generally well liked by my peers and countless people who have nothing to do with me and am consistently thanked for a job well done. I give the extra mile and a half, get to work early, leave late, am decently groomed and try to be professional even while getting people to crack a smile.

So why is it that I’m stuck with the cumshot that should have been digested? Is it a learning experience? Is it chance? Was I born under the star of boy-you’re-going-to-be-screwed-in-every-day-job-you-have? I’m tired of being the better man, of not fighting fire with fire. I’m tired of there always being a sack of shit to have to deal with instead of the system eliminating the tumor itself. But alas, I’m urging to be transplanted to some other body which I’ll hate just as much as this job. That’s because I’m sure I’ll find some other sack of shit to hate, because systems breed pissants and unnecessary creatures thrive on bullshit, hatred and kissing ass.

So I may not be sure when it’ll be, but trust me it’ll happen and I’ll leave yet another job. And yes, yet again I will ask myself where we could have gone better but will smile just at the simple fact that I won’t have to see my asshole of the moment.

Cheers.