Fired! F-U-C-K-E-D, Fired!!!
"ANARCHY"-- KMFDM
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You break my back, you won't break me
All is black, but i still see
Shut me down, knock me to the floor
Shoot me up, fuck me like a whore
Trapped under ice, comfortably cold
I've gone as low as you can go
Fell no remorse, no sense of shame
Time's gonna wash away all pain
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, now i sleep in anarchy
Anarchy...
Sacrifice.. to the cause
And turn your code.. into law
Compensate.. to validate the loss
Take a thief.. and nail him to a cross
Gospel of rage, faction of hate
Deviant of the absolute
Born of revenge, and raised on cement
Chaos-created government
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, wake me up in anarchy
Anarchy... anarchy... anarchy...
Trapped under ice, comfortably cold
I've gone as low as you can go
Feel no remorse, no sense of shame
Time's gonna wash away all pain
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, now i sleep in anarchy
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, wake me up in anarchy
Born of revenge, and raised on cement
Chaos-created government
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, wake me up in anarchy
Anarchy... anarchy... anarchy... anarchy... anarchy...
well, i was on my way to work today under the impression i was going to write a journal entry about what a wonderful friday this has been at some point, however my joy has been clipped short of the remainder of the day by natoli, the evil demon manager. it all started this morning, in the wee hours of 3am over at marsha and donovan's house. i met up with them at mike's diner, and emily was with me. they wanted us to come back to their apartment to hang out for a couple hours, but donovan went over to thomas' house first to pick up a movie. he returned with tom and one from the "national lampoon's" collection, "van wilder, the unrated version." man, i never laughed so fucking hard in all of my life! we stayed at marsha's till about 6 in the morning watching this damn movie. i got emily in trouble with sharon for keeping her out so late, but damn it was worth it, i mean this was some funny shit! anyways, when i got home moose wasn't there, so i tried waiting up for him so we could hang out, but sleep took ahold of me and that was it. i woke up around 1:30 in the afternoon, as i've been doing lately, and i jumped in the shower, got ready for work, and left the house. on my way out the shebitch under the stairs caught up to me and told me she could get me the rest of the money she owes me. so that was cool, cause i'm almost broke and i could use the money. when i got outside the mail truck was in front of my house, so i was able to send in my ebay payments that have been due for the last month. again, cool. it was warm, windy and sunny out, more cool. since i had some time to kill and i figured i'd be seeing more money tonight when i get home, i went to best buy and bought the "van wilder unrated" dvd. got plans to watch that shit again tonight! yeah!!! and i came to work, my supervisor was in a good mood, and she apologized for being so pissy yesterday, which she was but not towards me, so i told her it was cool. not like she snapped at me or anything. my guys all showed up on time for work, i read them their post orders, things were swinging, yeah baby! then i got a call from my boss' wife. she wanted to speak to him because there was some kind of emergency at home, so i had one of the officers go over to his cubicle and let him know, because i couldn't reach him on the phone. the officer reported back to me that he was already on his way here. it seems he came to pay me, the redheaded stepchild a visit. served me a final write-up for inappropriate appearance substandards (he wrote me up for having red hair). the write-up states "after being warned by field supervisor regarding hair/uniform standards, riggs has now dyed his hair in an unnatural color." he handed it to me and i started to sign it, but i stopped halfway through the signature when i noticed how severe the punishment was "10 day probation pending reccomendation for removal from the site." so i told him, "why am i signing this? i don't agree with it." i went ahead and signed it, but i put a note in the comments section saying "i do not agree with this write-up. my hair was dyed auburn, and auburn is a 'natural' color." he made the comment that i couldn't understand why it was unprofessional because of my youth, had the nerve to presume to tell me that as a front-line sergeant that i was supposed to set an example and i was not meeting the standard for that example. yeah, he promoted me to front-line sergeant at my last review, but i never recieved the raise that comes with the rank. he told me i would, and it's been over 3 months. i'd rather he didn't reffer to me as a ranking sergeant if i'm not getting payed to be a ranking sergeant. furthermore, remember that little tiff i was talking about a couple weeks ago with the field supervisor and the racist district manager that accused me of lying and cussing out the field super? yeah, well he was supposed to have a meeting with me on monday about it and never did. never called me or anything! well, apparently he was quick enough to tell my boss that he will be here next monday to "discuss my behavior" to the field supervisor. my boss hinted towards the idea that i may be getting fired on monday. it makes sense, he's been training a new sergeant all week and neglected to tell me about it. in fact, aren't i the training manager? i'm supposed to train the new people... unless of course, they're being trained to replace me. those bastards! all this shit over frayed pants and red hair?! gr. i guess white guys really do finish last. the d.m. can go ahead and bring it for all i care, because i have a witness who was there for the bulk of the conversation between me and the field supervisor. and what does it really matter anyways? all this grief over little stupid shit, i don't even think i want to work here much longer. this is a farce of substandard discipline if ever i have seen it. you can't write someone up for dying their hair auburn red! people are born with that hair color every day, and they mean to tell me it's an extreme color? does that mean then that pinkerton security services discriminate against hiring red-headed people? because if they don't, then they deffinately are discriminating against me. it's all or nothing. either everyone with my haircolor gets denied a position in this company, or i'm getting fired for having exactly the same hair color as the next joe schmoe mick that walks in to fill out an application! either way they have no fucking right! i'll be fighting this, you bet your ass i will.
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You break my back, you won't break me
All is black, but i still see
Shut me down, knock me to the floor
Shoot me up, fuck me like a whore
Trapped under ice, comfortably cold
I've gone as low as you can go
Fell no remorse, no sense of shame
Time's gonna wash away all pain
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, now i sleep in anarchy
Anarchy...
Sacrifice.. to the cause
And turn your code.. into law
Compensate.. to validate the loss
Take a thief.. and nail him to a cross
Gospel of rage, faction of hate
Deviant of the absolute
Born of revenge, and raised on cement
Chaos-created government
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, wake me up in anarchy
Anarchy... anarchy... anarchy...
Trapped under ice, comfortably cold
I've gone as low as you can go
Feel no remorse, no sense of shame
Time's gonna wash away all pain
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, now i sleep in anarchy
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, wake me up in anarchy
Born of revenge, and raised on cement
Chaos-created government
I've made a god out of blood, not superiority
I killed the king of deciet, wake me up in anarchy
Anarchy... anarchy... anarchy... anarchy... anarchy...
well, i was on my way to work today under the impression i was going to write a journal entry about what a wonderful friday this has been at some point, however my joy has been clipped short of the remainder of the day by natoli, the evil demon manager. it all started this morning, in the wee hours of 3am over at marsha and donovan's house. i met up with them at mike's diner, and emily was with me. they wanted us to come back to their apartment to hang out for a couple hours, but donovan went over to thomas' house first to pick up a movie. he returned with tom and one from the "national lampoon's" collection, "van wilder, the unrated version." man, i never laughed so fucking hard in all of my life! we stayed at marsha's till about 6 in the morning watching this damn movie. i got emily in trouble with sharon for keeping her out so late, but damn it was worth it, i mean this was some funny shit! anyways, when i got home moose wasn't there, so i tried waiting up for him so we could hang out, but sleep took ahold of me and that was it. i woke up around 1:30 in the afternoon, as i've been doing lately, and i jumped in the shower, got ready for work, and left the house. on my way out the shebitch under the stairs caught up to me and told me she could get me the rest of the money she owes me. so that was cool, cause i'm almost broke and i could use the money. when i got outside the mail truck was in front of my house, so i was able to send in my ebay payments that have been due for the last month. again, cool. it was warm, windy and sunny out, more cool. since i had some time to kill and i figured i'd be seeing more money tonight when i get home, i went to best buy and bought the "van wilder unrated" dvd. got plans to watch that shit again tonight! yeah!!! and i came to work, my supervisor was in a good mood, and she apologized for being so pissy yesterday, which she was but not towards me, so i told her it was cool. not like she snapped at me or anything. my guys all showed up on time for work, i read them their post orders, things were swinging, yeah baby! then i got a call from my boss' wife. she wanted to speak to him because there was some kind of emergency at home, so i had one of the officers go over to his cubicle and let him know, because i couldn't reach him on the phone. the officer reported back to me that he was already on his way here. it seems he came to pay me, the redheaded stepchild a visit. served me a final write-up for inappropriate appearance substandards (he wrote me up for having red hair). the write-up states "after being warned by field supervisor regarding hair/uniform standards, riggs has now dyed his hair in an unnatural color." he handed it to me and i started to sign it, but i stopped halfway through the signature when i noticed how severe the punishment was "10 day probation pending reccomendation for removal from the site." so i told him, "why am i signing this? i don't agree with it." i went ahead and signed it, but i put a note in the comments section saying "i do not agree with this write-up. my hair was dyed auburn, and auburn is a 'natural' color." he made the comment that i couldn't understand why it was unprofessional because of my youth, had the nerve to presume to tell me that as a front-line sergeant that i was supposed to set an example and i was not meeting the standard for that example. yeah, he promoted me to front-line sergeant at my last review, but i never recieved the raise that comes with the rank. he told me i would, and it's been over 3 months. i'd rather he didn't reffer to me as a ranking sergeant if i'm not getting payed to be a ranking sergeant. furthermore, remember that little tiff i was talking about a couple weeks ago with the field supervisor and the racist district manager that accused me of lying and cussing out the field super? yeah, well he was supposed to have a meeting with me on monday about it and never did. never called me or anything! well, apparently he was quick enough to tell my boss that he will be here next monday to "discuss my behavior" to the field supervisor. my boss hinted towards the idea that i may be getting fired on monday. it makes sense, he's been training a new sergeant all week and neglected to tell me about it. in fact, aren't i the training manager? i'm supposed to train the new people... unless of course, they're being trained to replace me. those bastards! all this shit over frayed pants and red hair?! gr. i guess white guys really do finish last. the d.m. can go ahead and bring it for all i care, because i have a witness who was there for the bulk of the conversation between me and the field supervisor. and what does it really matter anyways? all this grief over little stupid shit, i don't even think i want to work here much longer. this is a farce of substandard discipline if ever i have seen it. you can't write someone up for dying their hair auburn red! people are born with that hair color every day, and they mean to tell me it's an extreme color? does that mean then that pinkerton security services discriminate against hiring red-headed people? because if they don't, then they deffinately are discriminating against me. it's all or nothing. either everyone with my haircolor gets denied a position in this company, or i'm getting fired for having exactly the same hair color as the next joe schmoe mick that walks in to fill out an application! either way they have no fucking right! i'll be fighting this, you bet your ass i will.