WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT
Typing this as ideas flow — so if the words or the thoughts become a bit aggressive, then let me apologize while I still have time. I am trying to be spontaneous and not edit myself. I have long wanted to do this. Just. Effing.Type. and do away with the censorship. Or maybe I’d like to do a Jack–a Jack Kerouac. Type till I finish something. Did you know that Jack Kerouac wrote his iconic novel “On the Road” almost nonstop? And filed it away in a single roll of finished manuscript? Yeah…. hey, that’s something you can say when you want to impress a date.
Hah. Impress. That’s something that I think I need to do but WON’T. As said countless times in this blog, I’ve decided to transfer to another company where I am given with a bright future and a bigger paycheck (and thus, a bigger tax deduction). While the company is one of the brightest in the industry and has a reputation for being the best in its field–it is also has the highest concentration of annoying biotches in the history of the planet. People here act like they’re all big shots. BIG SHOTS, MY ASS! The real big shot won’t have to work for money.
Anyway, earlier — I was treated to a rare display of skanky, annoying girls trying to assert their seniority on me. But, you know, I am really not in the mood earlier to humor them. After all, I don’t have the time nor the mental faculties to give attention to a bunch of losers who was prolly still shitting their panties at their school while I was already slumming it out with police from the EPD. You know how existing employees get a sick kick out of tormenting new employees? Well, that was WHAT they’re trying to do. Oh, they are so effing annoying I was tempted to tell them to get laid and maybe get a life at the same time. I am that annoyed. But maybe, with growing old comes the maturity to ignore annoying pricks such as these princesses. So, yeah — I don’t have any plans to be their new best friend. After all, I was hired to do my job and not to be Ms. Congeniality.
Here’s a word of advice to these bitches: Been there. Done that. Good luck with your respective lives–I hope you lead boring, miserable lives.
So, how was work? Well, work is cool — it’s the overtime thing that’s killing me. I go to work at 8AM and I come full circle and arrive at home at 11PM — tired, hungry and sleepy! I am now the epiome of pinay slavery 🙂
Anyway, I think I am starting to get dizzy and sleepy. good night, dear audience. Let’s sleep! 🙂