Monday, April 09, 2007

anything to avoid a deadline!

I can't help myself, I simply must jump on the musty can beaver (misty anne weaver) bandwagon. the crux of the issue, Weaver wanted to cover up the fact that she had failed to complete paperwork for an important audit for Capriotti (her boss).

it's quite tragic, three lives were lost and a building was burned. it's horrible. and hysterical. no, I'm not the anti-christ.

I don't know how many of you have been keeping score, but from what I've seen nobody really gives a shit anymore. the majority of people that I run into are totally in it for themselves with little or no regard for anyone else. I find myself asking why.

when I think about all of the customer service reps (cable, phone, gas company, electricity, etc.), I deal with and how nonexistent and rude service has become, it pisses me off. but, then I ask myself, why should they give a shit? there is no such thing as job security anymore. everyone is expendable regardless of your title, and bosses drive that point right into the fucking ground. insurance has become a perk. what vacation? sick days? not if you want to come back to a job. salaries have radically dropped and people are MISERABLE.

don't you wonder what was going on in musty's mind that actually made her snap think, if I start a fire, it won't even matter that I didn't finish his paperwork because he'll be way more concerned about his office being on fire. what kind of a boss was this guy? I'm not blaming him, but you gotta wonder what kind of a cock suckin' prick he must've been for this broad to go THAT FAR.

who sets fire to a building to get out of a deadline?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! WHO DOES THAT?!

traileerena rides again

I have had a truly white trash day. no. seriously. you see, there are oversights that are tolerable, excusable even, and a handful that I have deemed unacceptable for me and me alone. I am sure you all can relate to those few things that simply can't happen under your watchful eye. right?

so, my white trash day. I was working from home and in the zone, when, POOF the lights went out. gee, that's odd. I ran into the hallway and knocked on a few neighbor's doors. do you have power? why yes, fehatty, we do. ok, snatcharella, no need to lord your happy-power-suckage over me. gaaaaaaaaaaaahd.

I called the power company. there was a massive wait due to high call volume. I could rest easy, obviously my power wasn't turned off. whatever, trasharella, you know where this is going and I know where this is going. it's far too depressing.

at the risk of sounding annoyingly cliche, fat ass forgot to pay her fucking bill so they temporarily interrupted her service.

note: I find third person always helps to reduce the shame. I paid it and set up auto-withdrawl so this will never happen again.

go me! even if it is a day late and a dollar short.


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