Sick and Tired of it All

Day Four Hundred and something on the unemployment front and I can’t even look at a job description without getting nauseas.

After the first word I lose it… whether it’s about the shitty company offering the job or the shittier job description itself, I’m sick and tired of it all… which happens to be my favorite “call-in” to work (when I was employed) I’m sick… and tired, of it all.

Even better, if you think I’m “calling in”, screw dat, you’re getting an email. One of email’s best attributes is dealing with schmucks you don’t want to, or even need to, deal with at all… and wow there are tons of them out there… and oddly enough, they’re in a position to manipulate things… especially the dollar bill.

Up yours dollar bill! I’m heading west where the weather is well and the women are… well busty. This is it… it’s time to venture out… to head forth into something else… anything else. Anything other than this.

~ by shrewdamire on May 7, 2008.