bitter ramblings...
i hate my job.
i know you're all thinking i'm an ass, that i don't have shit to complain about, but the pressure here is making me ill. yeah, mexico's nice, travelling is nice, there's a lot of cool people to hang with on this ship. but this isn't what i want to be doing. i'm working in one of the most wasteful, indulgent fucking industries playing fucking glen miller for octogenarians. you know what really twists the knife? i'm starting to hate playing music. this shit is sucking my soul out through my eyeballs.
you know what? fuck it. fuck this company. fuck this ship. fuck the entire cruise industry. i'm through with it. this is my last contract. and i'm going to steal as much as i can on my way out. who wants props or costumes or stand lights or ooohhh... maybe i'll steal the key to the piano after don locks it up so he can't get it open again. ha! eat that you prick!
i know you're all thinking i'm an ass, that i don't have shit to complain about, but the pressure here is making me ill. yeah, mexico's nice, travelling is nice, there's a lot of cool people to hang with on this ship. but this isn't what i want to be doing. i'm working in one of the most wasteful, indulgent fucking industries playing fucking glen miller for octogenarians. you know what really twists the knife? i'm starting to hate playing music. this shit is sucking my soul out through my eyeballs.
you know what? fuck it. fuck this company. fuck this ship. fuck the entire cruise industry. i'm through with it. this is my last contract. and i'm going to steal as much as i can on my way out. who wants props or costumes or stand lights or ooohhh... maybe i'll steal the key to the piano after don locks it up so he can't get it open again. ha! eat that you prick!