If I work 40 hours a week, at least 10 of them are filled with idle chit chat about nothing.
Completely non-work-related items.
People’s personal shit..
These are the 10 hours of the week that I dread.
10 hours that make me wonder if I’m actually a sociopath.
Funny part is, I actually like the work. I like to work.
But people man,
Is there not a cliff large enough for everyone to drive off of at the same time?
Would a meteor shower take care of most of them?
Earthquake?
A twister, a twister?
(judgment)
Of course these people aren’t going anywhere.
You’re just supposed to deal with it.
I want a television series in which Kurt Cobain is an office worker. He spends his last year typing out the longest suicide note ever, but the printers are out of toner.
There’s not enough ink.
And the people that are responsible for keeping the ink stocked?? They’re barely worthy of being considered people.
Thus, he’s trapped.
And he can’t do anything about it.
Because there’s no ink.
The American workforce would be happier if heroin was legal.
People would get along much better.
You’d probably have some bad math being done though…
Then there was field life
I think I’m going through a rare evolutionary phenomenon.
I’m pulling permits and it seems that synagogues are building housing.
Weird?
I guess not.
The fuck do I know?
dawn 