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My manager at work is amazing, at being incompetent. This thought eats at me as I take the bus ride home. I used to think she just flat out lied to shift blame but now I really don't know. She just might live in a alternate reality, one where I'm an incompentent employee who hates his job. The whole thing makes me sick as the bus moves slowly from stop to stop and the bus driver insists on calling out each one with the loud distorted pa. We reach the Prado stop and a group of about 7 board. These folks are just a few of the many I've met while riding the bus. Some homeless others unemployed and a few strung out, all on there way back from the Day Center. I've heard all there stories, each one a testimony to Okonkwo. Rise and fall. It amazes me how much has been reveled to me on a bus by complete strangers. Everyone has a story to tell, right? Complex perspectives of the human experience. To try to figure out how they ended up on this bus with me is an impossible task. The only constant is that things fall apart. Whether by choice or enviroment, yourself or others its an equation and sometimes things just don't add up. Random sprinklings of success and failure. It would be easy to blame them for their choices or the world for being so cruel. But both would miss the complextity of existance. The road of life is not straight or of one route. We all know this but sometimes we just like to live in an alternate relity where I'm a incompetent employee who hates his job and things are simple. If you read this far I'm sorry. This rant has been brought to you by the letters F and U and the number 2.

Whew! Get this mang a drink...

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