Things can turn on a dime. On a dime bag.
Well the fuckers at work decided yesterday to have a nice big fat round of layoffs. Financial woes have apparently allegedly befallen The Firm. I wasn't the first one they escorted out and I wasn't the last. But I was in the middle there somewhere. Fuckers.
Jobless in LA again, second round.
And the Red Sox lost again. To the Yankees. Again.
On the flip side, I will get laid this weekend again and I watched Shaun of the Dead again tonight. That is always a helpful cure-all.
Those people at work who wanted to read my script all have my script now. Hopefully somebody big and fat and worthwhile will read it, like it, and want to do something with it. Hopefully.
Yes, yes....
See, here's what I don't like about why I lost my job. The CEO of my company was using company funds to support his COCAINE habit. Prick. So he ran through a ton of money. They had a merger with another company a few months abck and that ate up a ton of cash, so after his coke head ways became too much of a problem to conceal anymore, they had to start killing expenses. That means, among other things, layoffs. That's a pretty solid reason why I do not support the drug culture in the least. The shit for brains coke addict pussy of a CEO I had fucked it up for many people in his company. And all he has to do is give himself a slap on the wrist and hire a personal 'conscience' guy to be with him at all times of the day to make sure he doesn't do coke. And the hard workers who need $420 a week who don't have a million dollar condo on Wilshire in Westwood Village get screwed.
To those of you who like drugs: do society a big fat favor and just overdose next time you use any. That way, you can just be a pain in the ass one final time and then we won't have to deal with your fallout anymore. Thanks.
Jobless in LA again, second round.
And the Red Sox lost again. To the Yankees. Again.
On the flip side, I will get laid this weekend again and I watched Shaun of the Dead again tonight. That is always a helpful cure-all.
Those people at work who wanted to read my script all have my script now. Hopefully somebody big and fat and worthwhile will read it, like it, and want to do something with it. Hopefully.
Yes, yes....
See, here's what I don't like about why I lost my job. The CEO of my company was using company funds to support his COCAINE habit. Prick. So he ran through a ton of money. They had a merger with another company a few months abck and that ate up a ton of cash, so after his coke head ways became too much of a problem to conceal anymore, they had to start killing expenses. That means, among other things, layoffs. That's a pretty solid reason why I do not support the drug culture in the least. The shit for brains coke addict pussy of a CEO I had fucked it up for many people in his company. And all he has to do is give himself a slap on the wrist and hire a personal 'conscience' guy to be with him at all times of the day to make sure he doesn't do coke. And the hard workers who need $420 a week who don't have a million dollar condo on Wilshire in Westwood Village get screwed.
To those of you who like drugs: do society a big fat favor and just overdose next time you use any. That way, you can just be a pain in the ass one final time and then we won't have to deal with your fallout anymore. Thanks.