dawn

An email comes in at 730pm.

I fucked something up on blueprints last May, I placed a device where experience told me to.

Now the builder says it’s the wrong location, by code.

Now.. people have to go cut Sheetrock, they have to tear up walls and reroute cables,

They must pay for my mistake 😔

Makes me feel like shit.

But the person responsible for checking work didn’t know, at other jobs I placed the device bedside,, that’s why I drew it that way..

Nobody caught it.

And I fucked up,,last May.

How do you deal with the stress ?

The pain of being wrong?

You own it.

You “reply all ” to the email and state the facts..you don’t skirt responsibility..

And the powers that be just eat up your station,they revel in the feeling of being above you…

Stupid gutter animal.

Congenital fuckup.

I’ll offer to go fix that shit myself, without pay.

I’ll give Bob a thousand bucks and we’ll knock it out in one weekend..

Fucking blame game.

Grown men, posturing, Jockeying for position…

They hate me.

They really do.

Must be my attitude, or the fact they can tell I have no connection…

I try to be nice.

I am good at things…

I just…I hate the nature of workplace drama..

I hate how people behave.

So I avoid them if I can..

Ugh..

A mistake..makes ya want to die..

I hate this feeling, so I must reach down and grip my testicles..I must channel inward and remind myself of who the fuck I am..

(nothing kills you)

Only time.

Not the rage of bitchass motherfuckers like thine self..

Not by the likes of yyyyou .

I’ve killed better opponents than you.

Walk barefoot through glass.

Stuck a needle through my own tongue, walked countless miles alone..

Time.

Time is the only thing that can kill me…

Try harder 💪

(try harder)

Harder.

I’m just getting an appetite for how you play, how you try.

Try

Fucking

Harder.

I own this mistake.

My experience was ill informed.

You’re still a cunt 👍