- Published:February 7th, 2009
- Comments:3 Comments
- Category:Loony Bin
- Rating:
5.00/5, 3 votes
Loading ...I swear I never drank so much until I accepted this GDMN promotion. Before I would go through a fifth of Absolute a year. Now I am down to a fifth of McCcormich once a week. I love vodka and Red Bull. It gives me wings. Mostly I just stand in the mirror and say to myself, “FK those MF’s. I was so much happier as a junior analyst. Now I make the “big bucks” and I sold my soul to get it. My boss hates me because I have two masters degrees and she only has a bachelors degree. We argue every time I open my mouth. Now I don’t say sIIt and just do what I’m told. I had more control as a junior. The director is no better. I complained to the CFO (who is male and got some progress made, but the b*****s stab me in the back every chance I get). Sometimes I don’t know what would be more fun; eat a bullet or go to work…but you know what? I’m still here…and when the job market turns around in a year or so I’ll depart with the best vengeance…Living well. F*****R! FN Losers! AHHHHHH….feel much better. (-: Thanks for listening/reading. FN FKRS.GD FN bunch of B*****s. I hate working for split tails. Emotional beasts they are…I don’t keep a permanent one around the house for a reason. Geez.
3 Comments
Ahhh crap. I’ve got to change my theme now. Darn it. Anyway, I’d rather eat the bullet. You don’t have to work at it.
I crack myself up. I had forgotten all about leaving this drunken post a while back until I received an email tonight notifying me that someone had replied to it. The Drunk Blogger complains good naturedly that I have stolen his thunder by saying I was not sure whether going back to the job or eating a bullet would be more fun. I must report that though I know what steel tastes like, I have successfully avoided the lead flavored suprise.
However, coincidentally I am once again drinking my Vodka Bulls at this very momenht. But I did dump the crappy McCormick and stepped up to a decent Absolute. The problem is I can easily kill a liter by myself in a matter of hours. Considering that I only weigh 140 lbs, I would think this is quite a feat. Afterwards, I typically roam the house and shout at myself and any mirror I pass. I’ve never been a big drinker before now, so I find myself shocked repeatedly by my conduct (what I recall the next day anyway). A few nights ago, I decided it would be entertaining to throw every glass I had in the house into the kitchen sink and smash them to bits (except the one I was drinking out of, of course). (-: Anyhoo, I discovered the next day that yes metal sinks do dent quite as easily as a car would. Oops. F-it, it was fun at the time.
So, shout out to all fellow malcontents. GRRRR (-:
wow, the anguished analyst, sounds like you had quite a f’n night!