every memory you've held back follows you home
They screwed me over... again.
I fucking hate them. It's going down tomorrow. I will have my opinion heard, and not behind closed doors. I will tell them the truth. I worked my ass off this quarter again. I did four people's jobs without getting paid. I don't understand. I couldn't have done anything else to earn a promotion. I did the Web editing without getting PAID. I did it all, and they say fuck you.
I want to drown in alcohol, smoke cartons of Malboro lights, drink until I can't remember my name, sink lower than I've ever sank.
An professor should NOT say what I can or can't handle. NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT I CAN OR CANNOT DO. NO ONE. Who are you to speak for me? Yes, I am interning next quarter, but how 'bout you ASK ME whether I can handle it than make an assumption that I can't.
Guess what? I can do everything I put my mind to. And there are people who were taking one class and weren't doing their jobs. So FUCK YOU.
You might tell me where to go, but nobody's gonna tell me what to do.
Well guess what?
This quarter break, I will be composing a letter to the dean of liberal arts and whatever vice-president will listen. I will go to the big man on campus if I have to.
Tomorrow, I'm going to handle this professionally, I'm going to march in there very early in the morning, clear out my desk and ask why I wasn't promoted over her, and if I don't appreciate the answer, I'll say....
have a nice day. fuck you and your shitty paper.
and flip the bird and never set foot in that office again.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
I fucking hate them. It's going down tomorrow. I will have my opinion heard, and not behind closed doors. I will tell them the truth. I worked my ass off this quarter again. I did four people's jobs without getting paid. I don't understand. I couldn't have done anything else to earn a promotion. I did the Web editing without getting PAID. I did it all, and they say fuck you.
I want to drown in alcohol, smoke cartons of Malboro lights, drink until I can't remember my name, sink lower than I've ever sank.
An professor should NOT say what I can or can't handle. NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT I CAN OR CANNOT DO. NO ONE. Who are you to speak for me? Yes, I am interning next quarter, but how 'bout you ASK ME whether I can handle it than make an assumption that I can't.
Guess what? I can do everything I put my mind to. And there are people who were taking one class and weren't doing their jobs. So FUCK YOU.
You might tell me where to go, but nobody's gonna tell me what to do.
Well guess what?
This quarter break, I will be composing a letter to the dean of liberal arts and whatever vice-president will listen. I will go to the big man on campus if I have to.
Tomorrow, I'm going to handle this professionally, I'm going to march in there very early in the morning, clear out my desk and ask why I wasn't promoted over her, and if I don't appreciate the answer, I'll say....
have a nice day. fuck you and your shitty paper.
and flip the bird and never set foot in that office again.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"