Deep thoughts on my stupid fucking job
What am I doing? Eating cookies of course!
And drinking Coke from my monkey glass!
I have a wee bit of a Coke problem. Always have. Which means I will always have a fat ass.
Also been playing with the camera, now that we have a new hard drive. This is me, after photoshop... (can't ruin everything and post a CLEAR picture...)
Plus, filters hide a multitude of child induced double chins...
I'm thinking about another job. I was on monster last night, and found a posting that is basically my job at another company (well, except this one has a description and a title.) I'm thinking of applying, but
- I've worked for the company before.
- I do believe that I would rather have sex with every horse in Texas before writing my resume. I FUCKING HATE writing my resume.
- It likely won't pay as much, or offer flexibility.
- There is a possibility that the place will NOT contain cuntrags or puffincunts (had too!!) like my current workplace does.
It's not like where I work is so bloody terrible. I just get sick of having to manipulate and bullshit my way around, trying to find little secret, sneaky ways to tell the higher ups that puffincunt (as he henceforth shall be named) is NOT DOING ANYTHING BUT LOOKING AT EBAY ALL DAY. I've been there awhile, and it's still just a paycheck. Anytime I get passionate about my job, they fuck it up and ruin it.
So I'm torn, and also lazy......
which reminds me, I left a suit at the dry cleaners. Shit.
There are always Puffincunts, no matter whereever you go.
Looking for a new job sucks - I'm currently stuck in a massive rut - all I want is an okayish paid job with zero responsibility and no stress that allows me to be creative when i get home, not fucking stressed out. Can I get one? Can I bollocks.
I'm glad to see you are using Puffincunt. Makes it seem all worth while.
Posted by Anonymous | 10:14 p.m.
I want one of those too, sometimes. I keep having dreams about providing the wrong data to a director and getting absolutely destroyed.....fucking rotten....
of course, considering I normally dream about killing people, this might be a step up.
I think the only way to be creative when we get home is to make shit up and get a grant. I know people who do that....hmmmmmmm
and yes, puffincunt is the new black!
I gots to get me a shirt that says puffincunt.
God, I can't stop it with this word. It's ALMOST as good as swacket (it's not a sweater, not a jacket, it's a swacket-those zippered sweater things)
puffincunt
puff in cunt
pu ffin c unt
lord me likes this
I should sleep. new computer and blogs equals BADDDDDD. No sleep.
night night
Posted by thordora | 10:25 p.m.
Why does everyone's life sound the same - it sucks.
I'm just working to pay off debt then I'm going back to school and trying to figure out how I can get paid to do my blog.
Posted by Anonymous | 10:42 a.m.
Undermine your boss! Yes! Do it. Go around behind his back. Go over his head. Thwart his agenda. Pull the rug out from under him. Frame him. Start a bad rumor campaign.
This will make your job alot more fun. Trust me.
Oh, I left out backstabbing! That's a good one.
You can do it!
Posted by Anonymous | 2:09 p.m.
I can help with your resume, if you need help.
Posted by Anonymous | 4:51 p.m.
Honey, I'm not sure, but I think Horse sex is illegal in Texas...
Posted by Anonymous | 5:40 p.m.
UNDERMINE THE PUFFINCUNT! tHAT'S THE PROJECT FOR AUGUST! BWAHAHAHAH
And I didn't think anything was actually illegal in Texas-I thought it was more of a "ain't illegal if you don't get caught" kinda thing.....
Posted by thordora | 5:59 p.m.