Work and Hell
TheNaxx
Published
10/05/2010
Stuck in the airport, thank god for free public wifi. My flight is gone, and i have to wait 6 hours surrounded by small screaming children from some school delegation, spilling their juice, shouting...i move and try to find a quiet place to enjoy a cigarette, but this fucker is a non smoking airport, so i have to go outside.
(hell is cheap warm whisky mixed with diet pepsi in a dying party at 5am)
I have to get to a city called "Arica" at the very end of my beloved country, a dry and hot place far away. Yesterday, a bus almost ran over my in-her-red-days-gf, she was so messed up after that, but i could not think about anything but my trip and the presentation. I finally got pissed cuz she would not start bitching about death and faith. I just wanted to sleep, and rest, and get to arica and back to her, ironically.
(Hell is a single long waiting line at the bank, full of pissed off people, waiting for the cashier to get off her cellphone, while she laughs and laughs and laughs)
Im taking this trip to promote floating therapy, fat up my resume, and hopefully develop the science, and get a better job or contract or whatever, just get more fucking money, without the "bend over and cough" part. Whats up with that shit? I was reading tyaeda's blog, and the comments in it, and i cant process people just accepting their fucked up work fate. No, no fucking way. I say punch that fucktard of a boss right in the kisser, and all their court of brown nosers. Get a different better job, or become independent. Even if you have to eat butter on bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a while. First, you have to know what you really want, then get it.
Hell is watching a hard working man, breaking his back for change money, while some well connected asshole gets the big bucks just for showing up to the office to drink coffee all day and talk on his cellphone.
Well, ill just wait for the fucking plane while i read something, maybe watch a couple of episodes of breaking bad (epic series, no shit). Take care, think about what you want to do and what you actually are doing.
Buhbye.
-TNx.
(hell is cheap warm whisky mixed with diet pepsi in a dying party at 5am)
I have to get to a city called "Arica" at the very end of my beloved country, a dry and hot place far away. Yesterday, a bus almost ran over my in-her-red-days-gf, she was so messed up after that, but i could not think about anything but my trip and the presentation. I finally got pissed cuz she would not start bitching about death and faith. I just wanted to sleep, and rest, and get to arica and back to her, ironically.
(Hell is a single long waiting line at the bank, full of pissed off people, waiting for the cashier to get off her cellphone, while she laughs and laughs and laughs)
Im taking this trip to promote floating therapy, fat up my resume, and hopefully develop the science, and get a better job or contract or whatever, just get more fucking money, without the "bend over and cough" part. Whats up with that shit? I was reading tyaeda's blog, and the comments in it, and i cant process people just accepting their fucked up work fate. No, no fucking way. I say punch that fucktard of a boss right in the kisser, and all their court of brown nosers. Get a different better job, or become independent. Even if you have to eat butter on bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a while. First, you have to know what you really want, then get it.
Hell is watching a hard working man, breaking his back for change money, while some well connected asshole gets the big bucks just for showing up to the office to drink coffee all day and talk on his cellphone.
Well, ill just wait for the fucking plane while i read something, maybe watch a couple of episodes of breaking bad (epic series, no shit). Take care, think about what you want to do and what you actually are doing.
Buhbye.-TNx.
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