PHASE II: THE KNOCK-OUT...
...OK...so now I am beginning to realize why the latest company I work for has such a high turn-over rate! It's not really so much that it's a bad place to work at...most of my co-workers are cool as hell and the management staff seems alright, just get a little annoying...the cafeteria serves a good cup of joe: five different blends to choose from...I always get the piranha bite, though I don't really get the name: doesn't really taste like fish to me...
...HA! But the work is starting to get to me...not that it's hard: it's redundant. Slicing through one box the size of Brazil only to find a return of a classy pair of high-tops with some big name...girl didn't want because her feet grew bigger over night or the style's gotten too "Happy Days"...a package the size of the president's brain: fifty different colors of "hip-huggers"...wants to return them because her butt got bigger or the size didn't matter and every customer seems the same, though it's so much better when ya don't have to see em' face to face: I'd be so fired right about now!
...but...this shit has gotta go...real soon. The flourescent lights are really getting to me...and I didn't earn a measily degree and a couple of certificates just to hold another "safety" box-cutter in my hands...the "units per up-my-ass"... being another smiling "team member" without fucking dental care. Yeah, I'm a little bit about making money, but hate that communist slogan: "it's either my way or the highway!" It's sort of like that old Stalinist flag-waving brain-washing saying: "Love this country or leave it." In some places of the world the natives didn't have a choice...and god always seems to be on someone's side: he picks and he chooses the most expensive bottle of wine.
...SO...PHASE II: here comes the knock-out! Gonna send out those resumes in the next couple of weeks like they were written and produced by Steven Spielberg...feeling more David Lynch at the present. True art spells out something different...money only tends to whisper what it is ashamed of..
...OK...so now I am beginning to realize why the latest company I work for has such a high turn-over rate! It's not really so much that it's a bad place to work at...most of my co-workers are cool as hell and the management staff seems alright, just get a little annoying...the cafeteria serves a good cup of joe: five different blends to choose from...I always get the piranha bite, though I don't really get the name: doesn't really taste like fish to me...
...HA! But the work is starting to get to me...not that it's hard: it's redundant. Slicing through one box the size of Brazil only to find a return of a classy pair of high-tops with some big name...girl didn't want because her feet grew bigger over night or the style's gotten too "Happy Days"...a package the size of the president's brain: fifty different colors of "hip-huggers"...wants to return them because her butt got bigger or the size didn't matter and every customer seems the same, though it's so much better when ya don't have to see em' face to face: I'd be so fired right about now!
...but...this shit has gotta go...real soon. The flourescent lights are really getting to me...and I didn't earn a measily degree and a couple of certificates just to hold another "safety" box-cutter in my hands...the "units per up-my-ass"... being another smiling "team member" without fucking dental care. Yeah, I'm a little bit about making money, but hate that communist slogan: "it's either my way or the highway!" It's sort of like that old Stalinist flag-waving brain-washing saying: "Love this country or leave it." In some places of the world the natives didn't have a choice...and god always seems to be on someone's side: he picks and he chooses the most expensive bottle of wine.
...SO...PHASE II: here comes the knock-out! Gonna send out those resumes in the next couple of weeks like they were written and produced by Steven Spielberg...feeling more David Lynch at the present. True art spells out something different...money only tends to whisper what it is ashamed of..