I looked for you in all the usual places; job agencies, friends of friends, publishing houses. Little did I know you lurked right there in front of me in my keyboard letters.
Tag: work
Sigh
When I sigh at work I’m really saying “you’re a fucking idiot who should die horribly”.
No offence.
Salesman
Hey, did you hear that the rules have all changed?
Yeah, being a boring self-centred fuckwit is now sexy so you’re totally in dude!
Cubicle
Welcome to corporate slavery and meaningless drudgery.
Oh, I mean welcome to your cubicle.
Money
If only we could teach teenage boys that the amount of hot pussy they can get is directly proportional to the amount of money they have.
Within a generation we’d have some of the hardest working motherfuckers in the world.
Work
The amount you are paying me by the hour isn’t enough to make me forget that I am trading away something irreplaceable.
Lucky for you I don’t have anything better to do right now.
Performance
They said they expected high performance.
Sure, I can steal stuff off Wikipedia better than anyone I know.
Same
Blind rituals, archaic strictures and useless rules.
Work, religion, love, it’s all the same.
Weekend
Tomorrow at work they’ll ask me what I did on the weekend and I’ll lie and say “you know, just had a bit of fun” or something like that.
The truth is that on the weekend I mocked a few religions, declared a meal “the worst I’ve eaten” though it wasn’t, slept alone, and relaxed my hands on the wheel in yet another reckless game so the car strayed just a little onto the gravel.
Goals
A company would fire you without hesitation if it were good for business.
That is why we don’t tell companies our true goals.
Retirement
When you said “attention everyone” I thought for a second you would actually say something interesting.
Like about how the guy leaving was a horrible person to work with, an insufferable bore and many of us there would happily kill him if we thought we could get away with it.
Clench
The clench of fear can hit anytime.
Mine hit about four minutes before I quit my second job.
Work
Garlic, wooden stakes, holy water, crucifix, silver bullets, horseshoes and a blessed bible and I’m off to work!
Corporate mergers and acquisitions mostly.
It ages you
I really can’t pinpoint the moment I went from being young and fun to being old and sour.
Sometime after I started my first serious job and somewhere between the third and tenth time I had to sell out everything I believed in is my best guess.
Puppet
You can be a puppet with strings or a puppet with a hand up your ass.
Things they never tell you about adult working life.
Work
I get paid.
I get laid.
Writer
Usually I say I write when people ask me what I do at work.
Actually, I write, I surf the web, I think about wasted time, I try to stop myself feeling bored, I laugh with the guys I work with, I resist the chiming calls from the back of my brain to just quit, just quit, just quit, just quit, just quit, justquitjustquitjustquit…
Sir
He woke up underneath his desk, still clutching an empty bottle of whiskey. He dumped it, smoothed down his hair and shirt and sighed before opening the classroom door to let his students in.
New particles
Physicists are currently working to discover all kinds of new particles.
I’ve got one for them: fuckingboredatworkium.
Unhappy
One day I stood up on the train and spoke my speech to all the unhappy commuters.
I didn’t go to work that day and neither did anyone else in that carriage.