Profound Questions about Job Satifaction
For the last two weeks RL has been utterly and overwhelmingly crazy and for my utter displeasure the current was too strong for me to do anything. So I've been going along with it, mostly, for the lack of better options. But Yesterday happened and it was good.
It was me against six pairs of accusatory judging smartass eyes. My plan was simple - to make them crawl out of that room, helpless and defeated, and, hell, did they crawl. They didn't stand a chance. I did some serious ass kicking and feel incredibly good about it. Asses having been kicked, we could talk like humans and it turned out that behind those disdainful eyes there are actual nice people. Nothing supernaturally evil, (salt from my fries was completely useless, good thing 'cause I like them salty), nothing even earthly evil, only surprisingly nice people with really wrong attitude.
And to think of the moral to that story - the power of ass kicking . Who knew?
It was me against six pairs of accusatory judging smartass eyes. My plan was simple - to make them crawl out of that room, helpless and defeated, and, hell, did they crawl. They didn't stand a chance. I did some serious ass kicking and feel incredibly good about it. Asses having been kicked, we could talk like humans and it turned out that behind those disdainful eyes there are actual nice people. Nothing supernaturally evil, (salt from my fries was completely useless, good thing 'cause I like them salty), nothing even earthly evil, only surprisingly nice people with really wrong attitude.
And to think of the moral to that story - the power of ass kicking . Who knew?