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Times are rough. Unemployment is high. The job market seems to be little more than crippled. The great divide between the rich and the poor grows every day. It’s a sad time for this great nation. Our dollar’s value is low and we keep sending jobs over seas. A sad time indeed. And in these sad times those of us who are fortunate enough to have jobs should sit back and thank whoever that we have them.
I fucking hate my job. In fact, I wish I could hate my job to death.
Don’t get me wrong, inside I know that I am grateful to have income and am able to [partially] put food on the table. But every day I come into this cubical farm and deal with shitty office politics and vile old woman gossip and I cannot help but seethe with overwhelming loathing for this place.
Case in point: it is Sunday here in sunny Boca Raton, Florida. Whilst people are enjoying time with their families, I am sitting here working a ten and a half hour shift. Now, some may think that there are some perks to working Sundays that will keep the help in check. Well, yes, I can dress down. However I cannot wear sneakers or I will get written up. Now, is that in and of itself a big deal? No. But when the managers who enforce this wear sneakers or flip flops, it pisses me off. Do as I say not as I do indeed.
Whatever. I’m just bitching. Trying to pad my post count a little. Just hanging out. Working. Listening to Van Halen. Wait. No I’m not. I’m not listening to Van Halen. Why? Because the ability to listen to music was taken away because someone thought I was listening to satanic music when Running with the Devil came on. “Ok, Vag Pounder, I can kind of understand where they’re coming from.” Oh, can you? How about this? I was singing Ice Cream Man not too long ago. Ice Cream Man. You know the tune. I got a verbal warning. Yep. No singing. Next time is a write up. It’s “distracting”. Fuck. You.
Siiiiiiigh…….Why am I making you poor souls read this? Well, I’m not. You clicked this link. But I am bored, I am hungry, I’m still a little hungover from Friday, and all I want to do is get some fucking sleep, so I thought I’d share. It’s a sad time indeed. A time where the job market is so scarce that employers can now treat employees as sub-human. Whatever. I try not to bitch, but sometimes I just can’t help it.
I fucking hate my job. In fact, I wish I could hate my job to death.
Don’t get me wrong, inside I know that I am grateful to have income and am able to [partially] put food on the table. But every day I come into this cubical farm and deal with shitty office politics and vile old woman gossip and I cannot help but seethe with overwhelming loathing for this place.
Case in point: it is Sunday here in sunny Boca Raton, Florida. Whilst people are enjoying time with their families, I am sitting here working a ten and a half hour shift. Now, some may think that there are some perks to working Sundays that will keep the help in check. Well, yes, I can dress down. However I cannot wear sneakers or I will get written up. Now, is that in and of itself a big deal? No. But when the managers who enforce this wear sneakers or flip flops, it pisses me off. Do as I say not as I do indeed.
Whatever. I’m just bitching. Trying to pad my post count a little. Just hanging out. Working. Listening to Van Halen. Wait. No I’m not. I’m not listening to Van Halen. Why? Because the ability to listen to music was taken away because someone thought I was listening to satanic music when Running with the Devil came on. “Ok, Vag Pounder, I can kind of understand where they’re coming from.” Oh, can you? How about this? I was singing Ice Cream Man not too long ago. Ice Cream Man. You know the tune. I got a verbal warning. Yep. No singing. Next time is a write up. It’s “distracting”. Fuck. You.
Siiiiiiigh…….Why am I making you poor souls read this? Well, I’m not. You clicked this link. But I am bored, I am hungry, I’m still a little hungover from Friday, and all I want to do is get some fucking sleep, so I thought I’d share. It’s a sad time indeed. A time where the job market is so scarce that employers can now treat employees as sub-human. Whatever. I try not to bitch, but sometimes I just can’t help it.
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