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.
Peace,
KZ
10 comments:
#1) Rational
#2) In this economy very rational.
My IT sent me a letter saying that I am a super user of the internet and they will be monitoring my internet access. IT are a bunch of rat bastards.
Did you read The Secret this weekend, or something?
I once asked an IT guy at work if he knew the difference between him and a guy who looks at naked women through a window. He said "no".
I said, "The guy looking through the window gets off by fucking himself. You get off by fucking everyone else."
He didn't get it. For a guy so smart, he sure is a stupid fuck.
I almost had to fight this one IT b*tch at my job, who:
a) couldnt fix my computer when it broke down ("didya put ina ticket?"),
b) refused to refer it to another IT, and
when I called our vendor in another time zone who finally got it to work, by talking me through a fairly simple process over the phone, the Boston b*tch,
c) wanted me to call HER back and explain to her what the Colorado affilate did ((!?!?!)) Did you fall and bump your head? Im not here to teach you your job!
After I screened her multiple emails, and 4 or 5 of her calls that day, I passed her dumb a$$ on to my supervisor.
I dont care if they spy on me. Track my sh*t, read my email. But when it breaks down, you better be johnny-on-the-spot to fix it!
My IT guys is for sure a creep, stalker wierdo and I refuse to use the company email for obvious reasons.
Good thing I work in Tv so facebook and blogs and YouTube are apart of the job!
IT people can kiss it.
I used to be a Real Estate agent. But I never put my smirking face on my cards. I saved that smirk for Settlement day when I got paid!
Wow....I like most of my IT guys. Maybe because most of them are Black males that give me whatever I ask for. Or find a way to sneak it to me. :-)
I didn't read The Secret, but I figured I might as well fake it until I make it.
My IT people are geeky white dudes who are socially awkward and uncomfortable around black people, especially those who aren't worker bees.
Fake it 'till you Make it. That's the Hollywood way. You may as well just move to California!
I didn't make it but I sure as hell faked my last job...
I became frineds with IT guy before I left and made out with a new desktop, a Sony lap top and don't forget that 46" plasma they gave me...
Just sayin', smile a lot, wear a low-cut shirt and tight pants...might get you your face book priviledges back without getting told on.
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