Sometimes I Wish Someone Would Put Me Out of My Misery
This thing called life really sucks.
It seems like as soon as I get onto my feet, someone is there to kick me back down. Trade Products was a pit, a fucking hole in the earth where they worked me into an anxiety attack, a severe case of depression, and near suicide. I hated the hours. I hated the work. I hated being there. I was so damn happy when I quit.
I'd fucking kill to be able to walk into that place and run a press today.
Sad isn't it? I'd crawl back on my fucking knees and kiss their feet if they'd give me a job.
A fucking asshole that speaks three words of english got into my face last week, while the boss was on vacation. He fucking jabbed his fingers into my chest and spent the whole day asking ME if I could fucking read because another fucking asshole that didn't speak english kept fucking up. But instead of blaming him, he blamed me. So, I made an HR complaint.
Well, fuck me running backwards, now that mother fucker is the boss. The real boss got promoted when he came back from vacation and they put the fucker in charge. Which means I haven't worked all week. Which means I don't have any fucking income coming in.
And to make matters worse, my wife isn't talking to me today because of all this. Last week she told me I did the right thing. Today she's upset because we're back where we stared and IT's ALL MY FAULT!!!!
I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT!
Someone put me out of my misery!
Depression? Check
Anger? Check
Don't want to deal with this shit? Check
Gun? Nope
Willing to slit wrists? Nope
Fuck.
I guess I'll just go play in traffic.
It seems like as soon as I get onto my feet, someone is there to kick me back down. Trade Products was a pit, a fucking hole in the earth where they worked me into an anxiety attack, a severe case of depression, and near suicide. I hated the hours. I hated the work. I hated being there. I was so damn happy when I quit.
I'd fucking kill to be able to walk into that place and run a press today.
Sad isn't it? I'd crawl back on my fucking knees and kiss their feet if they'd give me a job.
A fucking asshole that speaks three words of english got into my face last week, while the boss was on vacation. He fucking jabbed his fingers into my chest and spent the whole day asking ME if I could fucking read because another fucking asshole that didn't speak english kept fucking up. But instead of blaming him, he blamed me. So, I made an HR complaint.
Well, fuck me running backwards, now that mother fucker is the boss. The real boss got promoted when he came back from vacation and they put the fucker in charge. Which means I haven't worked all week. Which means I don't have any fucking income coming in.
And to make matters worse, my wife isn't talking to me today because of all this. Last week she told me I did the right thing. Today she's upset because we're back where we stared and IT's ALL MY FAULT!!!!
I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT!
Someone put me out of my misery!
Depression? Check
Anger? Check
Don't want to deal with this shit? Check
Gun? Nope
Willing to slit wrists? Nope
Fuck.
I guess I'll just go play in traffic.