damn it feels good to be a gangsta
i assume that everyone who reads my journal has seen the movie office space...well if you havent then i suggest you rent it and watch because that is my life. especially today. this morning my alarm clock neglected to go off for the 50 millionth time. when my mother finally woke me up to go to work i had a hissy fit. screaming cussing...see i never get any time in at work and the one day i can come in early my alarm doesnt go off. so my mom leaves for work and i'm getting ready and i remember i have an aluminum bat under my bed. still in a rage i rip my clock from the plug and start to beat it senseles with this bat. lets put it this way if this clock was a persons skull they'd be dead due to the gapping hole and the brains that have popped out. i killed my clock.
i went to work already pissed to all to hell...just waiting for my dumbass boss to make some smart ass comment so i could then rip him a new one...he didn't b/c then i'd be fired. but it turns out that doesnt really matter because apparently we are not in their budget and they were not thinking of keeping us for the summer....EVEN THOUGH our previous boss ensured us that we would be there for the summer. now they want to "let us go" because of that and if the fact that apparently we take too many smoke breaks and are never at our desks. let me see....thats funny because everytime i go to rob's cube he isnt there. and every goddamned day frank is across the way gabbing on the goddamned phone about shit that is clearly not job related. the bottom line is: this company are a bunch of unorganized, age discriminating, rude, bastards. don't get me wrong we take liberties that we probably shouldn't but that's only because we see others do it too or they don't even pay attention to us. we are pee-ons to the n-th degree and i'm sick of it. it's even worse because we are young.
i can't even talk about it in more detail because i'll get angry all over again. so basically even if they dont decide to tell us when we are leaving and they are still letting us stay i am looking for another job and when i do leave i'm not giving two weeks notice....i'm just leaving.
for me american electric power is public enemy number one.
so i go to class and all that and then jess and i go to waffle and we sit and play rummy and by this time we just don't even care anymore. we start thinking of ways to sabotage the M4 system before we leave to really fuck them over and all sorts of other funny rude things to do before going. we go outside to smoke and i get in my car and start playing damn it feels good to be a gangsta and then we both start laughing hysterically. (thanx btw to annie for burning that cd for me senior year)
essentially we are at square one on the job front all over again. i don't even want to think about it. and i'm so done talking about it. but i'll tell you one thing...it felt so damn good to go berserk on that fucking clock and i have an extra so i'm not clockless. it was a beautiful thing.
hopefully if i'm not a party pooper i'll go with heather and ashley and some others to the colleseum (sp?) to let off steam and get my freak on.
even though there is probably more to say i don't fell like writing it.