What. The. FUCK is UP!?? To break down the happenings in the last several months into bite-sized, savory little pieces I present you with the following list: Continue reading
Tag Archives: IDGAF
This week I got my first ever negative performance review. It’s basically a wet sack of inarticulate, poorly recollected meanderings dribbling from the mind of a senile, inattentive old coot. Even though I’ve carefully drafted a perfect rebuttal, it hurts nonetheless. Continue reading
I was supposed to go into a meeting twenty minutes ago that may or may not decide my fate. Things are kinda tense here, in that whole “IDGAF so therefore I’m here but really not here“+”Meh”+”Lemme light this match & walk out” way. I plan on giving you all a thorough elaboration in the near future. Continue reading
Something strange is going on. I JUST KNOW IT…
My director came back this week from maternity leave. Despite the fact that she basically threw me under the bus for trying to escape, it’s nice to have another voice up here on the second floor; outside of all the crazy, attitudinous voices in my head. Yeah, I made up a word. Fuck it. It works.
During all the “private” meetings The Boss held with the accountants, the A/P and the A/R clerks during the month before Ms. Director’s return, he must’ve given them all the “Let’s not encourage her” lecture. Continue reading
…it’s good a day as any to do some catching up.
For utterly selfish reasons, I did 4 poems to catch up today on the Poetic Asides PAD 2015 Challenge. It’s selfish because it was my “fix” (ha ha – get it? It’s “4/20”! You get a fix! And YOU GET A FIX!! AND YOU GET A FIX!!!). It’s also selfish and kind of fucked up because I did it all at work. And maybe it’s also just useful because it keeps me from thinking about how seriously low I’m running on fucks to give about anything at work…
Enjoy your “fix”. I sure as fuck did! Continue reading