Head on the choppin' block o' work. The ramblings and jabs with that who shares a cubicle with I; mostly just serves to pass the tyme. Away.
But mostly I am just fuckin' tired right fuckin' now. Worked last nite, a double, and had to haggle over the late-man status. Such freakin' bullshy-t. I know enough now, shyt, knew from day fucking numero Uno, that, in the scheme of things there I am powerless. Whatever, just pay me and give me work biotches. Any number of ways they can make the Union b.s. work in their favor, so what the fuck can I do about it anyway? Nuthin' that's what. So shut the fuck up, save the smiles, I know you don't give a fuck AND PAY ME.
On the niner-fiver front; eh, bored. I guess this is what the finance world is full-off; boring jack-off's who delight at office parties and office gossip. Shame it bores the shyt outta me. I'd probably be good at it too though, but I don't want to be-oh how I seem like whining but, not really, just want MORE outta a job than this shyt. Want to ----...? Maybe. Dunno.
Working tonight too..Eh...need the money though. Hopin' the intaveiw thang pays out...maybe, given the enviornment smelled of,...lites only, but hey, maybe I'd be a poster-boy for their 'Diversity'. Eh. Fuck em' as long as I get sum experience outta it, who gives huh?
Maybe a distraction- About "The Happening"
Good movie I thought. I walk by Trees now with a bit o' trepitation, and out right paranoia, who knows huh? Maybe. Maybe that's what we need anyways, to Wake the Fuck Up bout things. Dunno.
What entry wouldn't be complete without mentioning the ex; here mythang changed to bored and unsure about her "sunshine"....some part o' me wants to help her solve that, but most of me doesn't give a fuck, got other things on my mind. Anyways............days moving pretty quick. Maybe stop at the moms for a bit later on. Dunno. Pathetic and all, wanna read me book o' now. Peace.
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