I Hate My Job

Work sucks. I promise I'm at the end of my rope here. I'm so sick of being pulled so many different directions my hair is coming out. All I do is listen to people complaining all day about what's not done and no one seems to understand what I'm dealing with and how much I'm doing on my own. I wish I could run away [Or maybe...]...or maybe I wish they would all go to hell. Either outcome works well for me.

I would like to think that I shouldn't feel that way but I do [Tell them why you're mad, son...]. Okay, little voice in my head, I will.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to finally be the boss...to be the one pulling all the strings and applying the most pressure? I do. My genius is being wasted as a means of benefitting other people. There's no pot at the end of the rainbow fot me, no happy ending, no sweet to my bitter...just my own sour feelings. How do I always end up in these situations?

My store and employment are being traded like a slave auction, sold to the highest bidder like some sort of n3gro sale. I am not a retail item, guys, I'm a person. I have plans, dreams, and a life just like you. The least I'd hope for is an option since I'm not bound by contract. Funny things contracts are...they can be fulfilled, extended, voided, or sold. I don't have one of those highly versatile sheets of paper with my signature.

I guess I'm wondering how they could stop me from walking away. They couldn't. But times are entirely too rough to be unemployed. I just put up with it even though I know I'll explode soon. Who would deny themselves the, seemingly orgasmic, pleasure of cutting into some's feelings and devouring that person's soul? I shouldn't [Oh, but you must...], why? Because my day will come...I think.

I can't even dumb out and write this as humorous as usual. I'm not even myself today. I'm tired, I'm frustrated, I'm stressed out, and I just want to die so I can raise hell somewhere else. Is it blasphemous to lament one's own life? I believe so but I've given up caring since God won't send me a mulligan. A do over would be pretty awesome though.

The thing is this...I come across many people with the ability to help me, knowing I'm swamped, but don't. They intend to IF I add, yet another, task to my agenda and find them all over again. Why do you make this so hard? It's not my fault and I'm not blaming you, I'm just saying I'm not battling with my pride here, I'm battling with my P.O.S job...and darling colleagues [Sarcasm...]. Honestly, all but a handful suck donkey d!ck and I could do better without them.

This being the case, I haven't gotten the chance to contact you. I haven't lost interest at all, I'm just overwhelmed. Now my life is even more troublesome because I'm breaking down and reaping no profit from my hard work and dedication. Every day I wake up I say, "There is a God," but that God must not like me very much because my days turn to crap before I even walk into work.

So, I've come to a conclusion, made a resolution, if you will. I'm done. I'm not helping anyone else. I'm out for myself and my clique only. My job can eat it, disloyal fans can eat it, haters can eat it, groupies can eat it, all the celebrities can eat it, every investor that overlooks me can eat it, etc and so forth.

What am I saying? Of course I have to make sure I show love to my true [One...obviously...] fans [Fan...]. Mr. Marshall...

"Sorry." - Mr. Marshall

My mind is mad deep and you just jumped in. I dare someone to splash that ugly chick while she's tanning!

I hate my job by other disgruntled employees:

http://mightydyckerson.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-my-job.html

http://www.thebitterblog.com/2006/01/i_hate_my_job.html