J-Bunny

My Life (yawn)
2004-01-08 01:24:33 (UTC)

Granpa & Corporate Life

OK, so I know he's 89 but he's suppose to live forever. He's
not just my Granpa but my best friend. I can't believe he's
lost 60 lbs since Thanksgiving. He jokes about it too. Says
food doesn't taste good any more so he might as well toss in
the towel. I don't want him to die. My Grandmother is
understandably upset about this but I really think she'll be
OK. It will be such a 'burden' off her. I realize she's
worried about what's going to happen to her afterwards but
she'll be OK. I'll make sure of that.
This weekend it will be nice, but difficult to see him.

T is an idiot. I can't believe she's finally starting to get
it that K doesn't want to see her any more. Geesh. The
writing was on the wall from the beginning. Why does she
psycho out and keep calling him? I don't get it. She does
that with all the guy's. She's dying to get married. I don't
see the point in marriage but whatever.

S is a Cun* she's making my work life miserable. Here's a
little tid-bit of value knowledge for all you young one's
out there. When/if you enter the corporate world, I highly
suggest living with your parents FOREVER and saving a
shitload of money, so you enter the corporate world. Not
only do you have to worry about the actual job you do but
you need to balance that with your "other job" which is
schmoozing. By that I mean, go to every fucking baby shower,
birthday party, goodbye party, company picnic, car wash,
everything that you are INVITED to, invite means you have a
choice, in the corporate world, you DON"T. And some asshole
that is usually your boss, will be watching you and how many
of these fucking things you don't go to and then slam you,
like I am being now, and say that you aren't a "team
player." Team player means - kiss ass, smile always, never
say NO, all the shit that doesn't pertain to your JOB
performance but is actually more influential than your job
itself. Know what I mean?
The corporate world is WORSE than high school. You have your
cliques, your rumors, your snobs, and your Cun*s.
So to save yourself some migraine headaches, like I've had
this week, do yourself a favor and go to every fucking thing
with a smile on your face or else you'll end up like me,
looking forward to my meeting with the Cun* and HR. Fuckers.

I wish I still lived at home and my ONLY care was what the
fuck I was going to do on the weekend. J-bunny




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