I got a C.O. today
C.O stands for “certificate of occupancy”.
Basically,some authority figure comes along and looks at my work, he says “I’ve looked at your work,you psychopath mother-fucker, and I determine that this structure is ‘safe’ “
I’ve never failed a C.O.
Because it’s the closest thing that I experience resembling ‘battle’
In my profession, the individual is nationally graded by his “pass/fail” ratio.
Mine is 100%
Because I’ll be God-damned, I’ll be God-damned if this simple and boring endeavor of capitalism beats me.. I’ll stay until the sun comes up, I’ll sort those wires with my fucking teeth. I will remedy that ground fault with my cock, If it gives me that C.O.
In the beginning I felt pride, you put your name on a task, you fucking defeat that task…
Even knowing, even knowing I just bought my boss a bigger fish tank for his Instagram posts,,
Complex systems, “notification appliance circuit, signaling line circuit, area of refuge, bi-directional antenna systems,”
It matters less and less..
And it makes me want to cry.
I know, I know,”quit your bitching”.
This task, this method of earning coin to remain alive and to justify your place, it’s boring. It doesn’t excite. That s***’s my own fault and it has nothing to do with you. This is the only place I wrote down my story and I’m very aware that my story doesn’t f****** matter.
But the top of the mountain was the C.O.
Now it’s just a thursday, because I’m the s***, and a C. O, doesn’t fucking. satisfy
dawn 