Wednesday, June 4, 2008

At the end of miles

Okay, so sometimes I really fucking hate my job. No, I'm getting ahead of myself. My job's not too bad. I'm sure there's much, much, much more miserable shit out there. And, honestly, there are times when I genuinely enjoy my job. But I hate the company/corporation which employs me. Some of the other managers in the district are such fucking jerk offs who take themselves way too seriously. Dude, you're the manager of a fucking drug store. Get over it!!! I hate how I can get sent out to another store at the district manager's whim and get bossed around by some fellow manager who thinks he knows more than me b/c he's been a manager of a drug store for 10 years. Shit stresses me out.

Another thing that pisses me off is the number of rednecks in this goddamn state. Everywhere you turn there's some dumb hillbilly trying to: a)bullshit with you, b)be yr buddy, or c)talk some racist/sexist/homophobic/xeniaphobic jive-ass bullshit. WHERE IS THE CULTURE??????