No Kirk, you can’t get away
Friday afternoon, I stopped Lia’s boss who setup this whole training thing and specifically asked him about the number of people in the class. Per the meeting we had a little over a week before it was agreed ten people were going to be in the class. Two of the original twelve were not going to be coming because they didn’t need to and we were having such issues finding PC’s. So in the break room on Friday, I specifically asked him ”So, when you say there are ten people in the class, do you mean ten including you or ten and then you’re eleven?”
”Ten including me.” That was his response. Which was good because it meant that he could bring his laptop and that would be the tenth machine. I even went over the list of names with the CG’s assistant on Friday and verified the names of all the people who were coming for this, from our office and the remote office.
Ten MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMNED SHIT-EATING SON OF A BITCHING PEOPLE.
Now, the fat payroll cunt just called me up and left a message and said that this Little Dick told her that they needed thirteen machines. And they are in the office checking things out and there are only nine in there. And in that snake of a slime-sucking cunt way she has about her she’s inferring that something needs to be done about this ASAP before tomorrow morning.
She said she was with the CG’s assistant so I called her back instead of dealing with this fucking ass-eating cunt hole. Immediately upon her answering I told her I verified with Little Dick ON Friday that they needed TEN machines and that is why there are NINE in there PLUS the use of his laptop which for mathematically slow people EQUALS TEN. She kinda gave me that 'I know they are all idiots here' tone in her voice, but you know what.. it wasn’t enough...
That cunt was with me on Friday after hours too and we went over the list of people and she knew that there were only going to be ten. She was the one who verified the list for me the last time. I specifically asked her too.
Was it not enough for me to have one nice fucking day this weekend. I have to get shafted the whole time from yesterday morning’s fiasco and now on the verge on an aneurysm because of this fucking job I never should have taken. And the idiocy just keeps getting worse and worse. We’ve got an all-star lineup of the world’s most dense, evil, self-important people all gunning for me anytime they have to interact with me.
I miss the Circus. I’d rather go back there and give Dearest head for six weeks than have to step foot back in this new shit hole one more fucking time. I’d rather be dead in a fucking El derailment tomorrow morning than have to go back there. God, take me now. End my life. Have someone kidnap and ass-rape me for six weeks before shooting me in the head. Have the building here collapse on me. Let me get run over. Heart attack. Food poisoning. Anything. Anything but having to go back there tomorrow.
Obviously, I’ve done something cosmically wrong that I am forced to endure this bullshit. You obviously want vengeance against me. So just finish me off and end this bullshit. Is five days of this shit not enough? You have to make it six now? Is this the glorious new job that’s changing my whole life? With brand new laptops and brand new cell phones and a big office all my own and education up the wazoo and a gym in the basement and more money than I can imagine and all kinds of other false promises? Is this it?
SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING HEAD. I WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO BACK THERE GOD- DAMMIT! I WOULD RATHER BE FUCKING DEAD. DO YOU HEAR ME? FUCK THEM ALL. FUCK IT ALL! FUCK EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!
I WOULD RATHER BE DEADDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’d love to hear the bright and happy fucking advice on this one. All those fucking positive people that tell me to buck up and deal with it. ”Maybe you should get another job.” FUCK YOU! ”It’s like this anywhere you go.” FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU IN HELL! FUCK YOU UP THE ASS WITH A BROOM HANDLE!
”Ten including me.” That was his response. Which was good because it meant that he could bring his laptop and that would be the tenth machine. I even went over the list of names with the CG’s assistant on Friday and verified the names of all the people who were coming for this, from our office and the remote office.
Ten MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMNED SHIT-EATING SON OF A BITCHING PEOPLE.
Now, the fat payroll cunt just called me up and left a message and said that this Little Dick told her that they needed thirteen machines. And they are in the office checking things out and there are only nine in there. And in that snake of a slime-sucking cunt way she has about her she’s inferring that something needs to be done about this ASAP before tomorrow morning.
She said she was with the CG’s assistant so I called her back instead of dealing with this fucking ass-eating cunt hole. Immediately upon her answering I told her I verified with Little Dick ON Friday that they needed TEN machines and that is why there are NINE in there PLUS the use of his laptop which for mathematically slow people EQUALS TEN. She kinda gave me that 'I know they are all idiots here' tone in her voice, but you know what.. it wasn’t enough...
That cunt was with me on Friday after hours too and we went over the list of people and she knew that there were only going to be ten. She was the one who verified the list for me the last time. I specifically asked her too.
Was it not enough for me to have one nice fucking day this weekend. I have to get shafted the whole time from yesterday morning’s fiasco and now on the verge on an aneurysm because of this fucking job I never should have taken. And the idiocy just keeps getting worse and worse. We’ve got an all-star lineup of the world’s most dense, evil, self-important people all gunning for me anytime they have to interact with me.
I miss the Circus. I’d rather go back there and give Dearest head for six weeks than have to step foot back in this new shit hole one more fucking time. I’d rather be dead in a fucking El derailment tomorrow morning than have to go back there. God, take me now. End my life. Have someone kidnap and ass-rape me for six weeks before shooting me in the head. Have the building here collapse on me. Let me get run over. Heart attack. Food poisoning. Anything. Anything but having to go back there tomorrow.
Obviously, I’ve done something cosmically wrong that I am forced to endure this bullshit. You obviously want vengeance against me. So just finish me off and end this bullshit. Is five days of this shit not enough? You have to make it six now? Is this the glorious new job that’s changing my whole life? With brand new laptops and brand new cell phones and a big office all my own and education up the wazoo and a gym in the basement and more money than I can imagine and all kinds of other false promises? Is this it?
SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING HEAD. I WOULD RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO BACK THERE GOD- DAMMIT! I WOULD RATHER BE FUCKING DEAD. DO YOU HEAR ME? FUCK THEM ALL. FUCK IT ALL! FUCK EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!
I WOULD RATHER BE DEADDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’d love to hear the bright and happy fucking advice on this one. All those fucking positive people that tell me to buck up and deal with it. ”Maybe you should get another job.” FUCK YOU! ”It’s like this anywhere you go.” FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU IN HELL! FUCK YOU UP THE ASS WITH A BROOM HANDLE!