I'm fully aware that the following will, undoubtedly, make me sound like a lil bitch. However, in the middle of a caffeine-fueled high and a stomach filled a cheap pasta, Hawaiian Punch and Nehi pop, I have to say what I have to say to maintain sanity:
my job sucks. It sucks major, hairy, donkey testicles, and I'm at a point where murder is within grasp.
See, when I first got the gig, I gave myself six months before I'll be outta there and into a job that was more me. Something that I can do for a long time and something that I can-gasp!-enjoy! I'll be there for the a couple of decades and I'll be able to retire with a fat pension, and the remainder of my life doing whatever the fuck I want.
It's been nine months. Ain't shit change.
And I'm getting impatient. In the office, all my co-workers are getting on my nerves. And it's not something that they're doing exactly; it's more of the fact that my tolerance for the job is running out. I'm at the point where I'm about to hurt someone. I'm also at the point where-and I've done this before-where I subconsciously sabotage myself into getting fired. Thanks to some therapy in the past, I'm able to recognize this flaw and put it in check, so I'm good for now. But I don't know how long will I hold on. God, someone pray for me.
And the career I want to get? No clue what it is. But I want it. I guess this is the whole "life" thing I've yet to figure out. I keep imagining the ROTC dude from "Animal House" staring down at me in his military uniform and screaming "WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO WITH YOU LIFE!!???!"
Don't know yet, but for now, I'll do this:
my job sucks. It sucks major, hairy, donkey testicles, and I'm at a point where murder is within grasp.
See, when I first got the gig, I gave myself six months before I'll be outta there and into a job that was more me. Something that I can do for a long time and something that I can-gasp!-enjoy! I'll be there for the a couple of decades and I'll be able to retire with a fat pension, and the remainder of my life doing whatever the fuck I want.
It's been nine months. Ain't shit change.
And I'm getting impatient. In the office, all my co-workers are getting on my nerves. And it's not something that they're doing exactly; it's more of the fact that my tolerance for the job is running out. I'm at the point where I'm about to hurt someone. I'm also at the point where-and I've done this before-where I subconsciously sabotage myself into getting fired. Thanks to some therapy in the past, I'm able to recognize this flaw and put it in check, so I'm good for now. But I don't know how long will I hold on. God, someone pray for me.
And the career I want to get? No clue what it is. But I want it. I guess this is the whole "life" thing I've yet to figure out. I keep imagining the ROTC dude from "Animal House" staring down at me in his military uniform and screaming "WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO WITH YOU LIFE!!???!"
Don't know yet, but for now, I'll do this:
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pedronz:
you are.
sylvan:
thanks mr,back at you syl