At K**k*'s. You know what the fuck I'm talking about.
I feel great when I'm at home, working on my shit online. I'm content when I'm getting ready for work. I'm passive while driving to work, and when I walk in the door, this is how it feels:
Like I am knee-deep in shit, mud and vomit, scrubbing the belly of a gluttonous, smelly, greasy 4 ton pig with a fucking toothbrush.
The golf-club swinging texas-born fuckfaces in upper management have somehow succeeded to turn this place into another McDonald's.
They stopped footing the bill for our insurance.
We get .10 cent raises once a year instead of dollar-dollar fitty every 6 months till we're capped.
They reduced our profit sharing.
They cut our hours.
The postman will no longer be associated with a workplace shootemup. Mark my words,
someone, somewhere, will be going nuts.
I really want to quit this fucking job, have some self-respect, but still be able to afford school and (to get to school) my car.
Anyone looking for help? Resume and references upon request.
