kerowhack

I really, really need to update this more. I fear I have lost a reader or two, which might actually put me in the negative column as far as readership is concerned. The problem is, my life is boring. I have spent far too much time at work lately, and I cannot, nor do I desire to, talk about work. So all I am left with is to tell you guys and gals about my exciting Laundry Night, or maybe I could tell you all the story of how I came home from work, and started undressing, and got about as far as my pants and said Fuck It, that zipper is way too hard after the shoelaces (both of them even) and passed out on my bed after 38 hours without sleep. Again. Screw this, I'm talking about work. It sucks. I have held some shitty jobs before, but damn, man, this one takes the cake. I am a very highly trained, smart, intelligent, capable person, and most of my time is spent as a janitor. Apparently I can operate a nuclear reactor, but I can't be trusted to dress myself. I am expected to work myself to the fucking ends of reason (have you ever hallucinated from lack of sleep on your job?) and smile and laugh and be happy when I get a bone, like maybe a whole Sunday off, even if I do leave work at 10 Sunday morning and have to be back at 7 Monday. That's almost a whole day, right? Oh well, close enough... Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck them. Oh, and I used to be such a nice little boy... now, with all the anger. Oh well, better to be pissed off than nothing....