I have an irrational hate of real estate agents. I didn't know I did until I just looked through my large stack of business cards and saw all these real estate agents. I hate their fucking pictures looking up at me on cards, smirking and shit. I fucking hate them because they got the same look on all of their faces: I'm a gotdamn shark, a motherfucking go-getter. Man, fuck a real estate agent. Lying sacks of shit, one and all.
In a fit of self-improvement, I decided everything that comes out of my mouth today was going to be positive. I'm trying to create a bubble in which I can will my life into a more positive realm by speaking it into existence. Though I'm still writing the most foul, horrid shit, I think that I can maintain being an upbeat and affirming dude. This experiment will last one solid week, from Monday to Monday. Is this rational or irrational?
Everyday I go into a job I hate and sleepwalk my way through it. I'm bored, uninspired and exhausted most of the time. I spend my nights preparing for the next day, preparing for shit I hate to do. I also spend a fair amount of time trying to find another job doing some shit I hate to do. Rational or irrational?
Does it make sense to penalize low paid, marginally compensated people, stressed out about their future by limiting the little escape they have from their daily drudgery? Does it make sense to base one's opinion on the productivity of their staff on anything OTHER than their output? And does it make sense to spend money on a entire department that sole purpose is to monitor and snitch on every other department, if you could easily eliminate the need for the monitoring? IT Departments are as useless as tits on a bull. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.