i'm off this morning to a job i no longer have.
and to tell the weekenders they're unemployed.
how is it, even though i've been made redundant by the faceless corporate fuck that is Virgin, i still manage to reason that it could somehow be my fault?
my head spins with words, ideas, hope, fear and anger.
like i didn't have enough to think about before this. i feel like i'm standing on the edge of a rooftop and there's some cunt standing on the pavement laughing at me.
and i'm tempted to jump just to shut him up.
someone come stroke my head while i sleep?
xxx
and to tell the weekenders they're unemployed.
how is it, even though i've been made redundant by the faceless corporate fuck that is Virgin, i still manage to reason that it could somehow be my fault?
my head spins with words, ideas, hope, fear and anger.
like i didn't have enough to think about before this. i feel like i'm standing on the edge of a rooftop and there's some cunt standing on the pavement laughing at me.
and i'm tempted to jump just to shut him up.
someone come stroke my head while i sleep?
xxx
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they hold no responsibilty themselves - they are not the people they are made up of (employees), they are not real beings, they are non-entities
so you blame yourself
DON'T!
You are great
Barely known you a month and your already someone I regard as a good friend