85% of my time these days is spent within a triangle bounded by my apartment, my office and the nearest grocery store. I have labeled this area "The Triangle of Suck." It should not surprise you that this area ain't exactly what you'd call prime real estate. No sir, you're better off living in Shreveport than here.
I was talking to a co-worker today, and I said, "I have my performance review next week. What do you think is the maximum number of times it would be acceptable for me to say the words 'fuck' and 'bullshit?'"
"I'm not sure," she said, "But it's probably not very high."
And to think I was so hopeful about this gig last year. Oh well. I suppose if I truly had big brass ones, I'd quote Red at the end of The Shawshank Redemption. I'd sit down with my boss in the performance evaluation meeting and I'd say, "So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit."
But I won't of course. Not in this economy. No, I imagine I'll pull an Oliver Twist and say, "Please sir, may I have some more?"
Damn it all. Damn everything but the circus.
[Whiny-assed gripe mode switched off. Insert promises about posting more. Now where'd I put that Boris CD?]
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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