So very mad

So angry, so frustrated – pourquoi? Work. The same work that I feel guilty about stealing 5 minutes off. And Why further? Fucking Managers and their fucking egos. And their fucking ability to shit on things and say it smells like fucking roses. The fucking fuckers. Yeah, I know they’re ‘people’ I know they’re not evil. But they sure are out for themselves. (just an aside – love this blog thing! – such a release. Get Outta My Head is the name for a reason, huh).

Back to the rage – it’s annoying because I go through these righteous indignation speeches in my head. Usually to someone I respect or think can make a difference. These things never actually happen. Although I must say there are many times that the things I say (over and over and over and over ad infinitum) in these ‘rehearsals’ occasionally (frequently) pop out in the course of a conversation. And then their gone. It’s somewhat satisfying. What’s annoying is the rehearsal. The repetition. The waste of energy. Especially because it’s usually on fucking fuckers.

~ by gomhead on February 20, 2008.