I AM CRAFTY2012-05-23 at 01:15 pm Blog RSS
As I was driving to the office today, I was thinking about the usual stuff – like swerving into oncoming traffic, just to avoid another day of slow and painful torture (otherwise known as “work”). “Why do I do it?” I constantly ask myself. Of course, the answer is always, “Duh; you need the money.” However, there simply MUST be a better way…
Am I really doomed to take ten shades of shit every day, from petty middle-management arse-lickers? I am almost continually harassed, by my bloated bug-eyed bitch of a (man-hating) boss – and now apparently my bathroom visits are being timed! Can you believe that shit? Excuse the puns here (they may come thick and fast). I mean: The company is literally monitoring my movements! Whilst most of my colleagues spend around an hour every day, inhaling life-threatening amounts of nicotine and tar (in addition to their idle chatter throughout the day), I am sitting at my desk and doing actual work. I’m not surfing the ‘net. I’m not on personal calls. I am working. I may hate my work, but I still do it. Now I’m the one who is being monitored. There’s something seriously wrong here; right?
In my last blog (or maybe the one before; I can’t be bothered to check), I mentioned the fact that the company told me to provide my Aunt’s death certificate (because I had taken 4 hours off work, the day I found out she had died). Well, I did provide the death certificate. I thought that would be the end of it. Hell, no! It was just the beginning. On Monday morning, I received a written warning for “unauthorised absence” from work! I am not kidding. How insensitive! Even though I notified my boss (and her boss) via e-mail, it apparently counts for nought. I don’t even know why they wanted the death certificate, if they were planning to give me a written warning anyway. They were just being difficult. These are the sort of low-life scum-bags I’m dealing with… Pure evil.
OK; there’s clearly an agenda: They want me out. They don’t like my attitude (I refuse to lick their arses). Well, FUCK THEM!!! I am sick and tired of their shit. Therefore, when the time comes (and it will come soon; I have no doubt about it), I will REJOICE!
They won’t see me, for the dust; I will be out of there so fast… And onto better things… Cos it can only get better… :-)
I am tired of fighting to keep a job I hate; just because it pays the bills. I am in a rut. I need to do something completely different – for the sake of my health and my sanity. It’s never too late to change direction. I can (and will) do better… And, when they fire me, that will be the impetus I need to improve my life. I ALWAYS land on my feet. This will probably be the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m actually quite excited about the future. I wish they’d just hurry the fuck up and fire me already.
They will miss me, when I’m gone (not that I give a fuck). I won’t miss them at all. I am soooooooo much better than them…
P.S. The word “crafty” has negative connotations. However, it is obviously derived from “craft”. Therefore, a crafty person is one who is industrious and skillful. I am crafty. I haven’t ruled out the possibility of taking my story to the papers. I think a bit of bad publicity is just what this evil company needs. 8-)
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