Do You Enjoy Your Job?
So I had my review the other day at work which I have every 3 or 6 months depending how bureaucratically minded the management are feeling. It's the same song and dance every time really "we appreciate you do a good job but there's always room for improvement" yadda, yadda, yadda. Then I get asked if I enjoy my job and I'm just thinking how the fuck are you supposed to answer that? you can't tell the truth that's for damn sure so you're just left floundering like some poor whale that's been beached. I can't say "Well sometimes the utterly mindgrinding souleffacing monotony of my job is so bad I think I've died and already gone to hell" then my manager says "Is there anything you'd like to say about me?" and as much as I'd really love to be able to tell him I think he's a brownnosing sycophant who's more twofaced than Harvey Dent on a bad day I'm thinking that might not be such a good idea.
Pure Hatred
I found out the other day that on the night out I mentioned in my last entry my friends 18 year old sister had a run in with some 31 year old creep who counts harassing teenagers as one of his hobbies. Apparently he said and I quote " she looked like she wanted it" after following her around and a big arguement with the doormen ensued before they threw his wannabe rapist ass out , this is exactly the kind of thing the really makes me loath the human race in general. You get all these clubs packed full of inebriated guys that think they can jump on anything that doesn't have a Y chromosome.
The Deconstruction Process
After several years I'm getting a new jacket to replace my old one. First I had to take off all the stuff I've put on it.
Several albums worth of music later
Wall Of Sound
What do you get when you add too much free time, a blank wall and a CD collection the answer is:
I couldn't get the whole thing in shot, guess I got a little carried away.
So I had my review the other day at work which I have every 3 or 6 months depending how bureaucratically minded the management are feeling. It's the same song and dance every time really "we appreciate you do a good job but there's always room for improvement" yadda, yadda, yadda. Then I get asked if I enjoy my job and I'm just thinking how the fuck are you supposed to answer that? you can't tell the truth that's for damn sure so you're just left floundering like some poor whale that's been beached. I can't say "Well sometimes the utterly mindgrinding souleffacing monotony of my job is so bad I think I've died and already gone to hell" then my manager says "Is there anything you'd like to say about me?" and as much as I'd really love to be able to tell him I think he's a brownnosing sycophant who's more twofaced than Harvey Dent on a bad day I'm thinking that might not be such a good idea.
Pure Hatred
I found out the other day that on the night out I mentioned in my last entry my friends 18 year old sister had a run in with some 31 year old creep who counts harassing teenagers as one of his hobbies. Apparently he said and I quote " she looked like she wanted it" after following her around and a big arguement with the doormen ensued before they threw his wannabe rapist ass out , this is exactly the kind of thing the really makes me loath the human race in general. You get all these clubs packed full of inebriated guys that think they can jump on anything that doesn't have a Y chromosome.
The Deconstruction Process
After several years I'm getting a new jacket to replace my old one. First I had to take off all the stuff I've put on it.
Several albums worth of music later
Wall Of Sound
What do you get when you add too much free time, a blank wall and a CD collection the answer is:
I couldn't get the whole thing in shot, guess I got a little carried away.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
My walls were blank for a few years, then I put up some posters.
Nothing as creative as yours.
I hated performance reviews. Especially those stupid questions that you can't give an honest answer to. Like you said, how the hell can you answer your boss when he asks what you think of him? Geesh.
I hate the way that some/many guys have this sense of entitlement about sex. That somehow they're owed sex, even by strangers. This is why I don't go to bars.
Thanks for the fantastic testimonial you gave me. It made me laugh, and made me happy too.
Impressive wall.
The thing about the FOB video that annoys me more, is that Pete Wentz seems to have the main 'storyline' and the others are almost bit parts. As for the advertising, my kids didn't notice it before I told them it was in there and after. Both are pretty switched on too, if not quite the age the music is aimed at. I'm ashamed to admit I didn't notice it the first time, due to being preoccupied by the chimps.
Take care.