yippie

I'm having a breakdown
I nearly screamed through the phone at a level 1 tech today
not that I thought she should know better, but answer a few
questions so i can get off to a running start with the customer.
As it was I was borderline, I never even talk at a normal level
on the phone with the mic so close to my mouth I don't have to,
so when i did raise my voice it seemed pretty loud, but hey
"I was doing the duplicate tile fix"
"so do they have an old account"
"no, I was told to"
"By who"
"A roamer"
again "Who?"
"are you going to take this call!!!"
"Send her through, just send her through!!!"

Fuck off and bite the brown spot! Bitch!

Well we got to keep our jobs so some people are pissed at that
maybe that was her problem, but I shouldn't be bleeding from the
mouth from biting my tongue. This is getting to be less and less like fun everyday.
I guess it actually is a JOB. Sucks to be me!

 
poetry corner:

Ice cold beer in fisted hand
shakey, wobbly, barely able to stand
one more hotdog from the mobile cart
retching and gagging is sure to start

piles of vomit, a multicolored array
I need new shoes, not tommorrow, today
If was able to speak, you know I would say
"Have yourself a blurry seaside daze!"

 

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Sunday, sunday sunday!!
Shot night, sandbar, pre-seaside daze kick off /warmup party, pictures at 11!
 
Short blog tonight, obviously going out to get shit faced again tonight. LOL
 
The reception to end all receptions, the mother of all receptions was held last night, and I had a ball, incredible how people can change so much about themselves (thier looks and what the do with themselves and where they live, blah blah blah) but are still basically the very same as you remember them from years before. Thats not necessarily a bad thing, it's fun to watch people in thier 30's act the same way they did when they were teenagers though.
 
Back to work, back on the phones, taken violently from training class at what amounts to gun point and put right back to the grind. This racket is a sad sad way to live. Not even sure if there will be a job there in a months time and we're still supposed to give 110% till we find out if we're getting pink slips. lol I should have went to university, wouldn't have to deal with any of this shit.
  
  
  
  
 

To blog or not to blog? That is the question I put forth from my steely throne, ensconsed in the warm embrace of velet pajamas, sipping on moonshine and bijou, smoking fat cigars, rolled on the virginal inner-thighs of young cuban women. Take the time to drop a line? Maybe you'll create a rhyme. And he did and he looked upon the rhyme and said "this is good stuff, have you had enough?" "Yes!!Yes yes!!" the thunderous reply echos from the balconies and rooftops of the inner sanctum. "No more suessian taunts from your razor-wheted wit." "Assault not those who have assaulted against you with more diatribes, and contritcities." And he looked down upon the masses huddled naked for warmth and fornication against a cold and cruel world and he agreed. "Yes, it is a glorious day!", then he adding rather curtly "I shall ride at dawn, prepare the women!" And he was gone, never to be heard from again in these parts. Poking around in Cuba, was his last rumoured siting, looking for virgin thighs and truth in advertising. He searches in vain, knowing all the time it is a hopeless quest. We're all pretty much fucked from day one, so who amongst us can put forth such a claim as ludicris as virginity? And yet he searches still.