Dead-End

7:00pm. I want to take my black ass home. Being paid to do nothing while i'm tortured by the presence of these whack ass people who do not matter in my life as I do not matter in theirs...is just wrong. The pay should be more with this fucking torture. Hell, this job sucks with or without something to do. Power trippers and power hunters breathing down my neck only shows me you clearly have nothing better do...and you didn't brush your teeth. The next time someone, anyone says something to me.....i'm going to silently grumble under my breath how much they pissed me off because I still recognize that I have bills to pay. But i'll be really mad nonetheless...It's sad. How I protect my money over my sanity. I sit in fear with other employees waiting to see my freedom papers....or pink slip. No one quits before they're fired, thats not smart in this recession era. I rather make a paper collage out of the write ups I was given during my tenure here until I reach the invisible limit. Or whenever they stop caring to see my face here anymore. How can an entire office know of my demise without me knowing anything...until the day of my demise. This is probably why co-workers would accuse you of lying to all your managers without you knowing about the accusation. That makes sense....or does it? It's too easy to ask why she can't mind her business...even if we have had minimal conversation throughout my time here. It's fine, Karma will kick her ass before mine...but when dammit???


Whatever, it's 7:30pm...damn!!