Kinda funny how I love to bitch about that job, how much I hate that job, and how bitter I am that I even need that job. Not that it's the job itself I hate. Rather it's so many people in there that rely on having seniority and being union members to protect their positions. So many of the lazy fuckers I call co-workers would be finding themselves stalking the classifieds on a regular basis were it not for the damn union. Makes me hate unions even.
In times recent, this place was a place for my 365 Project. Now, it's a venue for news or any other communiqué that hits my fancy to share. Might be comedic writing of pulitzer prize quality, or possibly bitching the likes that only emo brats from suburbia, who have no real concept of hardship, could contrive. Come in and stay awhile...
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Day 315: Workin' the Line...
Kinda funny how I love to bitch about that job, how much I hate that job, and how bitter I am that I even need that job. Not that it's the job itself I hate. Rather it's so many people in there that rely on having seniority and being union members to protect their positions. So many of the lazy fuckers I call co-workers would be finding themselves stalking the classifieds on a regular basis were it not for the damn union. Makes me hate unions even.
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