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This Might Be It

Today may be it. I submitted a nicely worded letter to my superior in an airing of grievances.

Since all of my cries for help have fallen on deaf ears, perhaps the documentation will light a fire.

Though this could absolutely backfire. I kind of don’t care. At least I got it off my chest.

So could be unemployment line in my future, but in Trump’s economy, I figure I’ll bounce back quickly.

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Threat

I am really at my wits’ end with this job of mine. I always joke that I will pull out my box cutter when I don’t want to do something. However, this is just a veiled threat.

I wonder if actually did pull out the box cutter if anybody would notice and if  they did, how long would it take them to realize?

I’m not going to, but I do fantasize about it. It’s my only way to escape. Yes, this may seem drastic, but I do look for other job options. As soon as my ship comes in, I’m out of this hellhole.

Until then, let me enjoy my sweet dreams.

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What A Question

The best question I was asked at work today was, “Do you know how to spell gonorrhea?”

Thank God for two people that work with me that keep me sane.

Bless them for being complete nincompoops.

Yes, they are males, white and straight, the perfect trifecta for not giving a darn and I applaud it.

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Like Out of a Movie

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I was driving into work this morning and it was a lovely day.

Sunny, blue sky, no clouds and already 70 degrees.

As I continued my journey further to my place of employ there were this overwhelming grey.

It was as if I was entering into clouds of despair which grew thicker the closer I got to my office building.

This was like some bizarre way of the weather channeling how I feel.

Of course, several hours into work the weather is gorgeous.

Today is a total Ferris Bueller’s sort of day. How can I possibly be expected to work on a day like this?

Where’s somebody that can let me borrow a Ferrari real quick?

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I Don’t Think It’s For Me

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I returned to work yesterday after a week of vacation

I must admit, I’m not meant to work. I’m better than working.

Some people really thrive in working conditions, I’m not one of them.

I really need to bite the bullet and pull of the Anna Nicole dream, really old, really rich, really dead.

The trifecta!

I would love to win it through gambling, but that will never happen. The Anna Nicole method is far more feasible.

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