Have you ever been so motherfucking angry, that you wanted to walk away from a job you so desperately need to pay your bills?
That was me Tuesday. Oh, and Monday.
I normally keep everything in. One, because I’m used to the situation, and my boss. Two, because I have to have this job. In this economy I’d be hard pressed to find another one, especially at my age.
Three…I’ve been here for ten years.
This is all kinds of fucked up.
It’s not like I make a fortune. Hell, I haven’t had a raise in nine years, but the man helped me out a lot when I got in trouble with money, but…
I should know by now that he just he just cares about himself.
You think I’m kidding about finding his shit? You would be wrong.
I’ve been in Administration for over 25 years. I know what I’m doing. Why must he question every step? Why do I let him make me so mad?
Truth be told, who do I let him make my cry? I’m not a crier people. Old fucking Yeller doesn’t make me cry, but damn. So frustrating.
I know he does this every once in a while, you know like once a month. Huh, now, that I think about it…he has PMS! No he doesn’t.
He’s turning 67 on Thursday, he wants total control, even though he says he wants to turn shit over.
I just wanted to say, “Look, I’m going home now. Let’s see how you fair by yourself for the rest of the day.”
My home phone would be ringing off the hook. The man just does not realize what the fuck I do for him.
He did tell me today that when he dies, he wants to be in the casket with his cell phone, so he can bother me! I didn’t laugh.
This is why I drink. Well, no, no it’s not, but you get my drift, right?
Well, I feel better now. Fuck this shit, right? Right!?