Hell Is For Pussies
Goddamn. Godfuckingdamn! I am in double hell right now. The last three nights, I have had the pleasure of A) not having to work with the crazy old bat that is my supervisor, and B) working with two very cool and very sweet girls instead. This is almost worse than the first day of school after a particularly good summer vacation, back in the fourth grade.
For the last three nights I got to remember what it was like to have co-workers who were competent and fun to be around. And now, tonight, I'm back working with Old Tard Lady. And she is - to borrow a phrase from my friend, Mel - crazier than a shithouse rat.
There is a small part of me that very seriously wants to lay my head down on a train track and wait for sweet, sweet oblivion. Thankfully that part of me is being overshadowed by the part of me that can't wait to see the look on Old Tard Lady's face when I tell her I'm quitting.
For the last three nights I got to remember what it was like to have co-workers who were competent and fun to be around. And now, tonight, I'm back working with Old Tard Lady. And she is - to borrow a phrase from my friend, Mel - crazier than a shithouse rat.
There is a small part of me that very seriously wants to lay my head down on a train track and wait for sweet, sweet oblivion. Thankfully that part of me is being overshadowed by the part of me that can't wait to see the look on Old Tard Lady's face when I tell her I'm quitting.
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