I am in the midst of contemplating some major career decisions. These past six months have been the worst of my professional life and that includes my first year out of college when I was laid off twice and commuting fifty miles daily in a car with no air conditioning. Needless to say, I have been sending out resumes with the subtlety of a self-immolating Buddhist monk. I have started a morning ritual of meditating in my car before I go into the office to put myself in the right frame of mind. The ritual goes as such: I take a deep breath and think about starving children in Africa whose villages are torn apart by famine, disease and death. I take a deep breath and think about young female amputees scared for life by land mines and the memories of having sex with zealot soldiers consumed with hate just to survive a civil war. I take a deep breath and think about heroin addicts living on the streets who were born into unloving, drug infested homes where they were physically, sexually and mentally abused. Then I call myself a pussy, put my experience in perspective, sack up and go into the office dreaming of the day when I will finally get rid of that fucking car without air conditioning. Recent developments have me hopeful this will happen very soon. Now on to more important things; like Eastern European broads wrestling in their panties. I could watch those videos for hours.
Nice to hear that I wasn’t the only one unhappy with the way my job was. Good Luck.
I’ve said it before, I’d rather be shot at, then pimp data for that place.
At least you aren’t out in the middle of the day rooting through dumpsters.
Well, I’d love to talk but I have a shopping cart run in the parking lot.
Reading this makes me feel really lucky that I joined the company exactly 6 months ago.
Yeah because you could totally be, like in Iraq at war or something like those Puerto Rican Cocoran brother dudes…