I cannot believe the amount of bullshit I’ve had to go through in order to get my ass back into school. Every time I think I’m in the clear on going back, there’s something else that pops up that they failed to mention the lat four ties I was at the goddamn counseling office at the school. FUCK!
Take all the nonsense I’ve had to deal with at the school, just to go back, and then toss in an new manager at work, and we’ve got a stressed out Crews. I wish it was just a normal place with normal people. It’s not! Between the superficial, sado-masochistic management, and the batshit fucking loco coworkers, this place needs an enema. People like my piranha-mouthed boss, the cross-eyed rapper, the dueling cultists, the tattletale Nazi youth, and the other zombies should just be locked inside and be bathed in a cleansing flame brought down by the Lord.
Honestly, I think the world would be a little bit brighter if I just arrived one morning for work and saw the flashing lights of fire trucks littering the parking lot around the store. And as I pulled up, the ceiling and sections of the walls cave in as the fires lick the warm Jacksonville morning air. I make a few phone calls and my friends from work all arrive and we roast hot dogs and marshmallows. And as we bite into our food, we can say with complete unyielding honesty that they were the most delicious hot dogs in existence. “How’s the dog?” one would ask, to which I would utter a simple reply:
“It tastes like… justice“.
Simply saying “I hate my job” is not enough for some people. I haven’t wanted to do this shit for like nine months. Constantly, I beg for a transfer just to another department, but I remain a whipping boy for the store at large. God fucking help me, I’m gonna lose it.
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Just please let my financial aid stuff go through for school and let me put work on the back burner. For the love of God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, and all those other silly people in the clouds, let it be my turn to have something nice happen in my professional life that doesn’t involve me getting shit on. Let the loan get here so I can concentrate on what really goddamn matters, my future. Give me strength to keep my hands from choking the life out of people as they ask me, in Best Buy of all places, “Where’s the electronics department?”
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I’ve been coding and prepping the redesign for the site and it’ll be live soon. I’m excited about that at least. It’s comforting that no matter how stressful the job can be, that I still have the little things, like coding a website and artwork that can calm me down.
Until next time,
argo. (mtc)
